Parade

You sold the rhinestones on the carpet to the pauper down the hall
We joked he's not much of an archivist; he'll probably hawk it all
You balked at seven sorry urchins with their back against the wall
Taking up the street (warm November heat)

At brunch you nearly were accosted by a maniac in rags
No need for lawsuits, it's a good thing that you never carry cash
Thank Mister Officer for being there in 30 seconds flat
Carry on your way (this historic day)

She takes him out dancing the best that she can
He sambas in Sambas from Depop Japan
A stint on the congas, then back to the monster she made
They're going down to the parade

Movers and shakers with six figure paychecks
Standing salute while the suits take the stages
The naysayers cast out by souped-up Explorers
I'll weave through the masses and drown out the horrors

Just to get a better view
Maybe I'll get a better view
A better view
Maybe I'll get a better view

No place for candids like the middle of a civil warring state
You show up early to ensure you run no risk of staying late
It's detrimental, all those anarchists who only seek to hate
Crossing yellow lines (tearing down our signs)

Rack up the Tonys, Uta Hagen, soaking up the atmosphere
Name dropping neighborhoods you only know for having cheaper beer
Why can't we all just get along? There's plenty city left to share
Striking every nerve (it's what we deserve)

She calls for an Uber who won't get a tip
Just think of the stories we'll have for our kids
Get home lock your doors, for the battle outside has begun
It's gonna rain on everyone