Going Commando

 

I have the fear of comedy

I have the laughter of war

I have the need of a commando

To come sack and ransack us

Over and over again, O

 

I am a pillow, a rock, an ant

A soft Southern deer in the headlights

I have the mask of Anonymity

Lying down in the field of blue lights

After our circumstances have been reduced

 

So, what are we doing hiding out

In a bunch of nickel high-rises?

Like it's the Summer of Gazing Back

We aren't here just for the wine

So, pass the ketchup, pass the Urban Kelp

 

For God's sake, it was chamber music

That came out of her room

And I pictured him lying there helplessly

Like a turtle on its back

Waiting for the Hymns of Ages

 

I had the fear of comedy

I had the laughter of war

I had the need of a commando

To come sack and ransack us

Over and over again, O

 

Over and over again, O

I had the need of a commando

To come sack and ransack us