They led us on
They said it would be yours
Tear down the borders, stop patrolling the shores
Let us in
We wrote a winter song
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Don't shelve the opera
You've been working this long on it
Twelve years on the east side
And still so house proud
All the neighberhood angels
Are humming the songs [hum along]
To themselves again
Oh they seem to think that when you show up
You'd look good in somebody's arms
Oh, you should have been a clerk
You should have stayed a stranger
You should have just done the work
But it's too late now school's out
Wildcats - you were supposed to go wild
Butchers - you shouldn't be obsessed with a child
Now Diorama Pete thinks he just sunk the fleet
Much like him you know I live to be cornered
So come on
Hey, Easterner, open your mouth
Don't speak in tones
I know there's beauty in the bones of the dam that burst
I know you look good in the shadow of the diamond monger's thirst
But get out
To the west there is an ocean
There is a mountain on the right
Now will you walk away
Or take the blame for the unfortunately named
Children of this day; children of this night