They're bustin' unions in Wisconsin We got mojitos by the pool We got a talent for distraction No reaction to the colic and the cruel They're sinking battleships at midnight We change the channel on a dime When they break to a commercial, dress rehearsal In our catatonic prime Time is moving on There's no marching band Just some fuzzed out credits Names of strangers And a night cap in your hand They're digging ditches in Zuccotti We're getting famous by the hour All our pirates are Johnny not Somali Trading bad seeds for flowers Everybody's got a ticket and a backstage pa** Everybody's going somewhere, someday Even the mighty, they won't last Night I had a dream... you were there Weaving through the burrows Down the highline With daisies in your hair They're bustin' unions in Toronto I'm coming down from wishful thinking and the like I'm sober as a judge But the jury's out... Drinking tonight They're bustin' unions in Wisconsin And praising Jesus in the schools They keepin' science in the basement Speaking tongues and making fools