Diminishing Returns

The king of the swinging moves is back in town,
And everybody's tiptoeing around him,
Surround him, as he,
Pounds a silver hammer,
Drops revolutionary grammar,
Concerning the burning of city hall,
And urban sprawl and decay.

(Bidding so long...)
Farewell to the day,
Of having it both ways,
Hell is other people,
Some people never learn,
When optimism fails,
And my cooler head prevails,
I will meet you at the point of,
Diminishing returns.

Down in the abstract,
Looking for a concrete artefact,
Something to hold on to,
Not one more thing to believe in,
Stuck in a fall-back,
And fighting off a heart attack,
And you're so tangible,
Like a nitroglycerin tablet,
Under my tongue.

(Bidding so long...)
Farewell to the day,
Of having it both ways,
The booms a bust-out,
But thanks for your concern,
When pessimism fails and,
My cooler head prevails,
I will meet you at the point of,
Diminishing returns.

Progress shall be defined,
By your position on the bridge,
As it burns, when populism,
Activism, urbanism fail,
My cooler head, my cooler head will prevail,
When there are no more gods left to anoint,
No more noses to bend out of joint,
I'm gonna meet you at the point of,
Diminishing returns.

(Bidding so long...)
Farewell to the day,
Of having it both ways,
Hell is other people,
Farewell to the day,
Of having it both ways,
When optimism fails,
And my cooler head prevails,
I will meet you at the point of,
Diminishing returns.