The king of the swinging moods is back in town
And everybody's tiptoeing around him, surround him
As he pounds a silver hammer, drops revolutionary grammar
Concerning the burning of city hall and urban sprawl and decay
(bidding so long)

Farewell to the days of having it both ways
Hell is other people, some people never learn
When optimism fails and my cooler head prevails
I will meet you at the point of diminishing returns

Down in the abstract, looking for a concrete artifact:
Something to hold on to, not one more thing to believe in
Stuck in a fall-back, and fighting off a heart attack
And you're so tangible, Like a nitroglycerin tablet under my tongue

Farewell to the days of having it both ways
The boom's a bust out, but thanks for your concern
When pessimism fails and my cooler head prevails
I will meet you at the point of diminishing returns

Progress shall be defined by your position on the bridge as it burns
When populism, activism, urbanism fail
My cooler head -- my cooler head will prevail
When there are no more gods left to anoint
No more noses to bend out of joint
I'm gonna meet you at the point of diminishing returns
(bidding so long...)
Farewell to the days of having it both ways
Hell is other people, some people never learn
(bidding so long...)
Farewell to the days of having it both ways
(so long...)

When optimism fails and my cooler head prevails
I will meet you at the point of diminishing returns