The bridges are all closed

The cars both ways are stalled

If the wrong voice answers the question

The parole board gets a call

The operator's lucky

A very lucky girl



The welfare's rising steadily

And housing starts are down

Auto sales, dismal

This is a shrinking town

The police are oh so busy

And why not



Well the crisis wasn't the Gulf

Or the lack of steady heat

But unfolded in the canyons

And the pits of old Wall Street

It happened on a Sunday

Do*Do*Run*Run



An orchestra continued

To perform Pete's Pathetique

It's too bad that the museum

Well it up and died last week

I saw a lovely painting

"Ships Upon the Bay"



It sent a chill through the system

I sent a letter through the mail

I sent some kids to foreign places

I sent a mother off to jail

It was such a silly notion

It surely had to fail



The last one called

In the middle of the night...

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