Bathwater - Lyrics - Violins

I am not a poor boy And my story's seldom interesting I settled in the city Where I found the light most flattering I didn't care to own So I became the greatest lessor And marched right through the first door Marked a safe place for transgressors There is panic in the provinces And some say we provoked it And some say we should be proud of it We bought it and we broke it And we left those lawns so long ago We hardly can remember How we built a new tomorrow Just by moving each September You say "I have no father" And you know you have no daughter There's no telling what we'd do If we loved babies half as much as bathwater In the temple of the senses Where attraction and revulsion Are the only shared experience Compulsory compulsions Will replace the search for beauty now If not the starlet's striving They can paint you on a bus But they won't ever catch you driving one The most committed amateurs The noblest of the savages Live free from the achievers Here sequestered from war's ravages Some of them may practice On the scales to better break them But the form requires contentment Revolutionaries make the rules And some of them may practice But I found not one believer You know there is no God But when I tell you there's no Caesar, you just laugh I still love your laugh Others left to languish In the shadow of dead languages Can visualize a savior Who will vanish as he vanquishes We have no such illusions We welcome visibility And cherish the confusion With the decadent nobility The romance of the pioneer The builder or the squatter In terror of the middle We collected their bathwater Till it formed mighty ocean We'll forever swim around in Such a thrill to be here frolicking On waves we might have drowned in Our leaderless collective Has emboldened all it banishes And left you with a leader Who will vanquish as he vanishes into The bathwater's tranquil gray-blue