Brave New World Songtext
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Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet
Wonderin' if the third World War started yet.
I told her I was pulling up and heading west.
She said she would have come but she was overdressed.
So I sent a picture postcard of a midwest bank.
She wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank
who noticed in a window on the 19th floor
a guy my age about to prove that man can't soar
and he would also like to know
Wonderin' if the third World War started yet.
I told her I was pulling up and heading west.
She said she would have come but she was overdressed.
So I sent a picture postcard of a midwest bank.
She wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank
who noticed in a window on the 19th floor
a guy my age about to prove that man can't soar
and he would also like to know
if I could just check around before I left this town
for slow-mo footage of the tumble down so
This may not be my best day
but this ain't no golden age.
You looked pretty on the freeway.
Let's drive into the brave new world.
A van pulls up and someone offers me a ride.
The driver lost the map and he was terrified.
Everybody whispering to save his pride say,
"Son, would you be kind enough to be our guide?"
The driver yells "the one in back already tried,
but his memory is rusty and his vision tied."
Glasses and lubricant were by his side but
the tin man was inanimate, the lion lied.
They did not want to see me go
but I did not want to be another musketeer
plus the gas runs out before the van's in gear.
Please don't hit me if I do say
but this ain't no golden age.
You looked so pretty on the freeway.
Let's drive into the brave new world.
Buster and his company look good in black.
They're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac.
Tearing through the phone book and the almanac
they all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac.
They finally found the number of a matador
who rode up in a Beemer with a pricey whore.
But Buster wasn't quick enough, he'd locked the door
and rode off sayin' he'd be back before the war.
By then the night was falling slow
and I did not want to stick around and just look old
when I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder.
This may not be my best day
but this ain't no golden age.
You looked pretty on the freeway.
Let's drive into the brave new world.
Please don't hit me if I do say
but this ain't no golden age.
You looked so pretty on the freeway.
Let's drive into the brave new world.
for slow-mo footage of the tumble down so
This may not be my best day
but this ain't no golden age.
You looked pretty on the freeway.
Let's drive into the brave new world.
A van pulls up and someone offers me a ride.
The driver lost the map and he was terrified.
Everybody whispering to save his pride say,
"Son, would you be kind enough to be our guide?"
The driver yells "the one in back already tried,
but his memory is rusty and his vision tied."
Glasses and lubricant were by his side but
the tin man was inanimate, the lion lied.
They did not want to see me go
but I did not want to be another musketeer
plus the gas runs out before the van's in gear.
Please don't hit me if I do say
but this ain't no golden age.
You looked so pretty on the freeway.
Let's drive into the brave new world.
Buster and his company look good in black.
They're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac.
Tearing through the phone book and the almanac
they all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac.
They finally found the number of a matador
who rode up in a Beemer with a pricey whore.
But Buster wasn't quick enough, he'd locked the door
and rode off sayin' he'd be back before the war.
By then the night was falling slow
and I did not want to stick around and just look old
when I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder.
This may not be my best day
but this ain't no golden age.
You looked pretty on the freeway.
Let's drive into the brave new world.
Please don't hit me if I do say
but this ain't no golden age.
You looked so pretty on the freeway.
Let's drive into the brave new world.
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