The Long Distance Four
BRYAN WEBB, DALLAS WEHRLE, DOUG MACGREGOR, STEVEN LAMBKE
Let the Parisian crowd stand and shout
Let the audience in the riot drown the players out
That scene is long since vacant
All the great halls have been washed out
This is no broken promise, no national lampoon
My generation is a ghost town
Roll me over, to the long distance four
There's no order to these numbers
For those stuck between the wars
it's boredom beyond measure
Roll me over
Collect the body of Isadora Duncan
Forget your rock culture stuck in tow
Let my limbs hang crucified from Naja Schonberg's bow
To the long distance four
There's no order to these numbers
For those stuck between the wars
it's boredom beyond measure
Roll me over
Roll me over
Roll me over