Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan Vers Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault See the Soul Singer in the session band Just like that Soul Singer in the session band Shredded to nothing beneath a microphone stand Saw the wave of the future through the crack in the dam Drown the Soul Singer in the session band Bless the Soul singer in the session band