Twenty two clowns in a clown car
Headed for the cliff, breathing easy
Jeffrey's been Vince Fostered
The gallery holds it's breath
Scanning the dial
Awaiting a word
Covering the ground
How sweet the sound
Show up in masks
Shout yer slogans
They're fighting Ideas with violence in Portland
Its all they have left.
They suffer loss after loss on the battlefield of ideas
They're scared and fighting
With a breathtaking lack of self awareness.