Bu$hleaguer (Nassau Coliseum - Uniondale, NY 4/30/2003)

How does he do it? How do they do it?
Uncanny and immutable
This is such a happening tailpipe of a party
Like sugar, the guests are so refined

A confidence man, but why so beleaguered?
He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguer
Swinging for the fence, got lucky with a strike
They drilling for fear, it keeps the job simple
Born on third, thinks he got a triple

Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way

I remember when you sang that song about today
Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed

Aloof multiplication
A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter
Retrenchment and hoggishness
The aristocrat choir sings, what's the ruckus?
The haves have not a fucking clue

The immenseness of suffering
And the odd negotiation, a rarity
With onion-skin plausibility of life
And a keyboard reaffirmation

Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way through the cities
Blackout weaves its way

I remember when you sang that song about today
Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed

I remember when you sang that song about today
Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed

It's all changed
Chains, chains change

I busted out the night suit for you, yeah?
Oh, yeah