In midfield I stand alone and raging Face turned skyward as in prayer Staring down a sunset slowly fading Cursing what is neither here nor there Ultraviolently gesticulating Protest against the dissolving ozone layer
I don’t think about these things that often Sometimes you don’t think at all
This is a calling card I'm calling you out Don’t let me down Keep your eyes wide This is a calling card I'm calling you up Don’t let me down Hold you head high This is a calling
The Moon shines like a happy yellow death star As we line up for tides to turn Great heroes do somersaults in dive bars And all the torch songs fail to burn
