Wharton's Last Nerve Songtext

Castle waste and stolen plates, fish filet and pulsing rays
Did I tell you I'm afraid the scarecrow got arrested?
Did you sleep last night
With that thought?

Dirty bomb on throwing ground, viewers in the dugout
Walk away, walk away, and keep a cork in your mouth
Did you see the headline
All awash in thick wine?

Curly hair on parchment glued to lampposts in the square
Serif-laced and glossy-faced, its sullen figure stares
Says, have you seen this man?
Says, if you've seen this man
Report him

It's all about what he deserves, so let's exploit his last nerve
We'll play the soundtrack of our drives from back when we were wondering why
We each felt the way we did Do we even know that now?

Three Chinese mortars, a safe cure for boredom
Until the trajectory failed
Were we serious and/or delirious?
A good story's far better than health
Oh, dear Lord, forgive me
For I know what I do
I've studied my actions and thoughts through and through
Someday we may rot, someday we may burn, but we'll still be laughing