Here at the freak show Where the pinheads lie In their cage making faces At the passers-by I steal a glance But they don't catch my eye, oh no There's a flutter in my stomach At the Siamese twins The loneliest couple With the same six limbs Always together But they're still not friends, oh no There's a secret part of me Gets so silent By...Learn More

[Verse 1] To be American again Teenaged and certain of innocence Six lanes of Western caravan Burn fuel to speed up the renaissance [Pre-Chorus] Before the trench coats and the roped-off rooms The shell-shocked mothers and the TV crews [Chorus] Foreclosing a grand, old dream Black motorcade running on empty Big box and a Ponzi scheme Drain...Learn More

My mother, describing her mother Fought back tears, it’s weird, I thought The intimacy of seeing someone try Not to cry in close-up on a screen Cousin Lincoln told a story about the Pietà He saw at the Metropolitan Museum; And after a silence of some time Grandma turned to him and said: “You know, I think of myself as a Jew But I really love...Learn More