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The bridges are all closed The cars both ways are stalled If the wrong voice answers the question The parole board gets a call The operator's lucky A very lucky girl The welfare's rising steadily And housing starts are down Auto sales, dismal This is a shrinking town The police are oh so busy And why not Well the crisis wasn't the Gulf Or the lack of steady heat But unfolded in the canyons And the pits of old Wall Street It happened on a Sunday Do*Do*Run*Run An orchestra continued To perform Pete's Pathetique It's too bad that the museum Well it up and died last week I saw a lovely painting "Ships Upon the Bay" It sent a chill through the system I sent a letter through the mail I sent some kids to foreign places I sent a mother off to jail It was such a silly notion It surely had to fail The last one called In the middle of the night... ----------------------------------------- Fluoride Klaus Lyrics Ships Upon The Bay Lyrics
