There’s a guy with a bomb in his pocket
Storming around in some far pissed-off state
If it blows there are 12 missile rockets
Ready to quickly retaliate
Guess we’re all at one lunatic’s mercy
And no one’s allowed to drop out of the race
In the brawl for control of the pursestrings
We forgot all we need is a
Small sense of place

What can you do but crouch down
Bow your head and say “thank you” and “please”
Rock to and fro with your soles on the ground
Like a long ago Indian
hugging her knees

Squat and rock like an ancient being
Squat and rock and pray
You’ve got a spot nobody can see
And plus, you’ve got all day

I was going to write a sonnet
But my notebook turned into a treasure tray
With hearts of stone and glass on it
You go off to work and it winds up play
I was searching for new shapes to help me
Thinking that hearts were a thing of the past
But hearts are what the day dealt me
I wanted to cry but I just had to laugh

It was all I could do but just crouch down
Bow my head and say ”thank you” and “please”
Rock to and fro, my soles flat on the ground
Like a long ago native hugging her knees

Squat and rock like an ancient being
Squat and rock and pray
You’ve got a spot nobody can see
And plus, you’ve got all day

Guess we’re all at some lunatic’s mercy
And no one knows how to say “thank you” and “please”
So we might as well rock, feet flat on the ground
And watch the world blow while hugging our knees

Watch the world blow while hugging our knees
Watch the world blow while hugging our knees
Watch the sun go while hugging our knees