If we found the time If we found the merriment If we found the words We'd scratch them in new cement But those days are gone and we've got only pictures now A rotary wheel and some leftover shotgun shells Nobody told us that the bastards were here All the rogues and the scoundrels are shedding their tears No, nobody told us taht the cameras were here All the flashes and cables Won't someone please save us So by our request please turn in your uniforms The medallions and pins for the aries and capricorns And file your complaints with this rookie officer He'll lend you a smile, he'll lend you his deafest ear