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