An Audience with YouYour footman barred me from the door
Said I couldn't see you no more
What's with this bureaucracy
When I filled the forms you left for me
He's a loyal man who waits for you
Where loyalty is such taboo
Sixteen keyholes in one straight line
I look through them from time to time
Canadee-I-OIt's of a fair and handsome girl
She's all in her tender years
She fell in love with a sailor boy
It's true that she loved him well
For to go off to sea with him
Like she did not know how
She longed to see that seaport town
Called Canadee-i-o
Come Gather RoundCome gather round and listen, if you can get that near
If not, well use a microphone so all poor souls can hear
And hold hands in a circle, or stare bored straight ahead
Rejoice in your rebellion, or wish you were in bed
I'm Wrong About EverythingYou win the argument
At the end of every night
I never know the perfect time
To hit the bedside light
Then we lie awake
Watch headlights climb the blinds
I want you to know what's going on
In my mind
Millionaire's DreamI'm a quiet guy, lead a quiet life
Got a quiet way and a quiet wife
I don't say too much, if there's nothing to say
I just watch the silence blow my day away
Put the tv on, but there's nothing to see
Just people talking endlessly
About things to buy, more shows to see
Scared of GunsWell, the power of the bullet is fascinating
They're polishing the luga facsimiles
The little kids grow up imitating
Cowboys shoot Indians before puberty
Don't get me to the battle on time
I'd be useless in the front line
Don't point that thing at me
You know I'm scared of guns