Thank you John Q. Patriot For everything you gave You saved the world from an awful fate When you were young and brave Now you sit in your living room Immobile in your chair Happy days are not here again They were never there He's dreaming in old, black and white loops Of raging tanks and army troops Man in a chair has seen them Many times before Three hours go by, when out of the mist He sees Khrushchev shaking his fist What a relief when help comes Knocking at his door Thank you John Q. Patriot For everything you've done Like mining all that Uranium It's how the West was won So this must be the afterlife A stillness in the air At five PM, he hears a knock An angel's standing there He's dreaming in old, black and white loops Of raging tanks and army troops Man in a chair has seen them Many times before Three hours go by, when out of the mist He sees Khrushchev shaking his fist What a relief when help comes Knocking at his door What a relief when help comes Knocking at his door What a relief when help comes Knocking at his door  

Tagses: derek greenberg (we can link these up later)

Link to the mp3 file:
Man In a Chair
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