Souvenirs on a dusty shelf
get out the Tarn-X, and I polish them myself
posters are falling, but who needs them at my age
I've learned to smile when all I feel is rage
so I think I will go to Bakersfield with Gabriel and Paul
and I'll hide behind the garbage cans
while the holy platitudes fall so blow the gates
I am coming through with my albatrosses and al
l and it's strategy not protocol that brings me here !