as awkward and excruciating as listening to off-key 
singing i didn't want to hear you trembling on the radio 
for the amusement of the city and when my voice cracked 
on the field of dreams i had to blame it on political 
leanings how else could i dignify the damage that i'd 
done to the land of the free? i can hear the ocean in my 
ears when i stand up like a robot there they go getting 
up when i said no heading straight for a toad of a man 
and his tiny microphone there's a certain wisdom that the 
parts keep from the whole a nerve, a puppet string, and 
me a dummy every word that i had planned to say was 
tapping in my head but my mouth played dead