Lyrics
well the souvenirs
on my dusty shelf
well I get out the Tarn-X,
and I polish them myself
yes, posters are falling,
but who needs them at my age?
well I've learned to smile,
when all I feel is rage
so I think I will go to Bakersfield
with Gabriel and Paul
and I will hide behind the garbage cans
while the holy platitudes fall
and blow the gates,
I am coming through
with my albatrosses and all
and it's strategy not protocol
yes, it's strategy, not protocol,
that brings me here.
