I look through
This whole grand operation
Watch 'em walk, when wires melt
And stop Grand Central Station
The real reason why we're so few
While everyone's impatient
Could be fixed by simple coup
And processed elimination
When they all watch while stunned to stone
With utter, pure amazement
I look at them in ecstasy
For fooling half the nation
And even though I'm tired still
Of this complex arrangement
I worship what most would call naught
And celebrate in the basement.
