[00:38.97]We are the high street service trays coming to take you away[00:48.27]Pasadena '68, with speed on your breakfast plate[00:59.85]Aunt cancer calls them happy pills[01:07.41]They keep her calm and cool until he leaves[01:21.57]The moccasin skin obsession leather thigh, white tennis skirt so high[01:30.78]The eyes of nine are new and kind when the hair's not gray, it's white[01:51.81]And grandpa burns an ascot noose[01:57.51]Can't tie the tassles on his shoes, leave me[02:04.20]Oh god, stop tearing off the roof[02:16.86]Of my experimental bathroom[02:25.89]It's the only thing that's halfway mine[02:33.84]And not for your prying or lying eyes[02:48.24]These are the red-eyed politics, the cocktail revisionists[02:57.93]War room rules, no wives or kids, hear men sing the boy in them[03:07.08]The hedge casts heroes late across the lawn, the valley hunt militia men all gone[03:14.22]Thought we had the lock in '54, now the maid owns the house next door, what's more[03:23.10]Swims in the pool she used to clean[03:29.04]Our new king looks like a queen[03:30.12]Leave me[03:51.51]The empire's melting like ice cream[04:03.36]On the altar of the sun[04:04.62]This skin we've stretched for centuries[04:19.35]It's faded, it's fraying, it's meaningless to me