65

Before the *****ing and the bore
The end of the cold war
The principles they were apparent
The bucket beside the door
The shoulder carries more
Than the sum of all our parts together
Its extraneous, aware
Did you say to us, I dont care
Theres dust on my particulars
Of that you can be certain
Its times like these when Im alone
I miss the iron curtain
Oh 65
Oh 65
Now the trouble with hanging out
Is the frequency of doubt
As it enters in the new equation
In the circus of the stars
Theres the likelihood that ours
Is just a cheaper form of neurosis
Its extraneous, aware
Did you say to us, I dont care
Theres dust on my particulars
Of that you can be certain
Its times like these when Im alone
I miss the iron curtain
The good things they proceed to rot
The uselessness of smoking pot
When you think of things
You havent got to say
Oh 65
Oh 65
Oh 65
Oh 65