piano man
Lukashenko
jumping from a trash can
running at the mouth
dancing east
heading south
don't know what key you're in
or how to begin
sticking your thumbs
into the eyes of the street bums
hoping they don't see
what you're intending to be
burning the news
or whatever you choose
watching the hands tick from hour to hour
hungry for power
eating with over-bite
and it doesn't have to be right
you've got the sway
to get your way
so trim your hair and blow your nose
they're running away still wearing clothes
sitting in an aisle seat
ordering a hot meal to eat
but it soon gets cold
he'll never live to grow fat and old
'cause you've been pulling all the strings
as the final round bell rings
piano man
Lukashenko
jumping from a trash can
running at the mouth
dancing east
heading south
don't know what key you're in
or how to begin
sticking your thumbs
into the eyes of the street bums
hoping they don't see
what you're intending to be
burning the news
or whatever you choose.
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