Augie March - Future Seal lyrics

Mother duck waddles out to the edge of father duck's house Shakes her feathers in Harry duck's face Harry duck gets pissed, shakes his little feathered fist Father duck has no qualm about entering the fray It's not solely a duck thing but entirely a f** thing The Yanomami Indians are knockin' at your door When Helen of Troy gets her hands on you, boy Before you know it, she's a siren for a nuclear war I get so tired of saying "There's no life here, baby" Hearing "Well at least there's no d**h here, either" In the middle of the night, in the middle of the park You can hear the possums screaming as the dogs begin to bark There are pieces of their leashes in the silver wolverine Pissing on the faces of the so-serene scene And the "More police per parking lot than any other country" Won't prevent the bloodshed 'cause the dogs are hungry here Oh Mr. Government says - "I wanna veto over every idea that comes from the heart" Now that's a good start, yeah that's a good start Stake a claim through the centre of the state - and pull out it's heart Walking on down to the old casino Thinking "We should maybe build a new casino" Dressed to the 90's in my gold merino cloak Oh everything's annoying tonight... Now all you college boys and girls pretending to be solid boys and girls Pretending everything is solid in the world No it isn't - and you will find out soon That every song that you were dancing to was never your tune As you wait by the door for your sun-s**ed lay To slam her in the back of your graduation cabriolet Put the Young Liberal sticker on the windshield Pop another cherry 'neath the flag of your future seal Wait by the door for your sun-s**ed lay To slam her in the back of your graduation cabriolet Put the Young Liberal sticker on the windshield Pop another cherry 'neath the flag of your future seal Now all you college boys and girls pretending to be solid boys and girls Pretending everything is solid in the world No it isn't - and you will find out soon That every song that you were marching to was never your tune As you wait by the door for your sun-s**ed lay To slam her in the back of your graduation cabriolet Put the Young Liberal sticker on the windshield Pop another cherry 'neath the flag of your future seal