I was getting ready to be a threat

I was getting set for my

Accidental suicide

The kind where no one dies

No one looks too surprised

Then you realize

That you're riding on the para-success

Of a heavy-handed metaphor

And a feeling like you've been here before

'Cause you've been here before

And you've been here before

Then a word washed to shore

A word:



Sovay, Sovay, Sovay

All along the day



I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack

I think I'm gonna sack

The whole board of trustees

All those Don Quixotes in their B-17s

And I swear this time yeah this time

They'll blow us back to the seventies

And this time they're playin Ride of the Valkyries

With no semblance of grace or ease

And they're acting on vagaries

With their violent proclivities

And they're playing ride

Ride of the Valkyries



Sovay, Sovay, Sovay

All along the day