I, I was, I was shaken down in a toy town. He, He's out there. You know it's Kennedy's shadow from White Cross to Michigan. ATM's, are in the air, oh yeah machines they are spinning out everywhere.
Won't you come on down the line, away from barren ground. The harlot and the autocrat, are they driving you further down. The season's rhymes, they anchor me, against the raging tide.