Take your cautionary tales. And take your incremental gain. And all the sycophantic games. And throw 'em all away. . Burn your TV in your yard. And gather 'round it with your friends.
The first time that I saw you. You were dancin' on the beach. Poetry in motion. But you seemed so out of reach. And the waves were breakin' 'round you.
On the streets of this town, there is no surrender. They've got a number for every name. Buildings and shopping malls seem like a stage, for pretenders.