1917 Lyrics - Singles - The Fiery Furnaces

Going down Morgan with Janko, Jerko, and Jerry, 

We downed our Pils, and over at the South Shore, they sipped their sherry. 

I opened my Kaiserized speller to learn what they know: 

Nurse killers, annexers-executioners, wo! 

Hey Slavonians, be ye mindful 

That our 'tis tongue dies never. 

The happy Hun Felsch sure likes his blond beer 

And I like his doubles so much I might even cheer. 

Last year he had enough and got fixed on the cardinal 

Who'd pardon all 

The riff-raff and all their sinister ways and halfs and he laughs 

Over on 56th, and he's got the arsenic on his left White Sock 

And he sees the chicken stock in a big black pot 

And he pours in the lot, but what ruined or saved the day 

Was that the soup then turned gray, and a hundred higher-ups came 

Back from the hospital to keep getting wafers from Mundelein: 

But now the Gigantics are getting the tar taken out of their pine 

By my hero Red Faber and I'm ready to get rapprochement with my neighbor 

As part of the healthy back and forth 

But not if he's from up north. 

So I ask Dad, Why can't we ever win, ever win, once? 

Go ask Dad, why you can't ever win, ever win, once.