When the patronage stalls
Down the plebeian hall
To get you out of the mess
We'll be out with the rest
In the Marxian march
Strolling the dark needle park
With some brand new land mark standing there still
without a sign of free will
for the breed of monarch.
I see the jingle reminds the celluloid bride
Of an ambivalent child who
Befuddles her mind
When the watershed starts
I see nothing but stars
No one's enough and nothing gets done ever so much
I guess no one's in charge
Still someone gets charged
I guess no one's in charge
Still someone gets charged