[Verse 1:]
When you add your voice to bad choices
Then your noise so white becomes mammoth
It's dripping down the walls like quicksilver
Dripping down as slowly as sabbath
[Bridge 1:]
And for you: the Pulitzer Prize
For stepping into traffic
Now they knew the Americas
You broke through, you're laughing
[Verse 2:]
We have found a use for the profane
Searching for the gods in the [corners/quarters]
With the ignorance of the poet
An unbreakable focus of [mourners/mortars]
[Verse 3:]
With a singer from the bad choices
Honestly and without a pretense
When you give your mind to your voices
You accept the terms of your sentence
[Bridge 2:]
And for you: the Pulitzer Prize
For time served, you're walking
Now they knew the Americas
You broke through, it's nothing
[Verse 4:]
You began to climb the new tower
Thinking you could learn the new language
That you would return a few favors
Since you left everybody hanging