We’re Going to the City

temu patton
in front of the american flag
sayin yer all too damn gay
yea yer all too damn fat
all the golden stars and the purple hearts looked dead
as spray-on napoleon commander-casino said
get ready boys
look pretty
we're goin into the city

winter came
flyin on a black hawk
it was early for chicago
ice froze up the whole damn block
and we sent money to a friend to rinse their tub
those that won't fit down the drown
they can bury in the mud
get ready boys
look pretty
we're gonna build a whole new city

glowing palms illuminate the faces of us sheep
entire bushels of bad news
disappointment never sleeps
as the pay pal princes spread themselves way across the sky
and an interstellar object waves and laughs and passes by
get ready boys
look pretty
we're going into the city