Shoestring Century

Gravel in the street
Shoestring century of abandoned pride
Remember how we laughed?
Remember how the world watched
As Congress cried?
The other day
A motorcade
Kicked its dust
On my dead lawn
He read it to his son
But the history book is yellow, done
Acid won
He'd read it from his mind
But it never seems to be the right time
Past his prime
You want to play
That old game
And shake my hand
With my pride?
You want to stay?
We say "no"
We say "no"
We say
Ride your ruckus
Ride your ruckus home
Ride your promise
Ride your promise home
We say "no"