Praises heaped upon the first begotten son
Racists come to town setting fires and beating drums
They drink the place under the table
And in the morning we write fables
About who else we need to keep an eye out for
Evolving on the straight and narrow
I'll play the part of Clarence Darrow
Or there'll be no monkey business anymore
Hey, we only keep cannonballs
So we can ride them down our halls
To the doorstep of a dream
And we say
Hey, I know we've been losing touch
Did no one tell you that you talk to much
If only for the good of your esteem
And one more hallelujah
For the boys in red, white, and I love you
You know they'd like to bring it to ya
In ways that only men like that could do
Amazement heaped upon the setting of the sun
Displacement creeping in with the drawing of a gun
They drink the place under the table
And in the morning we write fables
About who else we need to watch out for
Evolving on the straight and narrow
I'll play the part of Clarence Darrow
Or there'll be no monkey business anymore
Hey, we only keep cannonballs
So we can ride them up our walls
Kiss the apex of a dream
And we say
Hey, I know we keep losing touch
I'd love to kiss you but I think too much
If only for the good of my esteem
And one more hallelujah
For the boys in red, white, and I love you
You know they'd like to show it to you
In ways that only men like that could do
And one last hallelujah
For the boys in red, white, and out of view
You know they'd like to give it to you
In ways that only men like that could do