Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin Follow

Nothin' ever changes; is that really your name?
What's it mean, what's the context, could you explain?
I don't mean to be an asshole, I don't mean to complain
But is that all we've given ya?

I see no point in turning all this worry to shame
There ain't no need to point the finger; I got no one else to blame
Talk of secession has never been so plain
But is that all that we've said here?

The kids are on fire; I'm just sat back tendin' the flames
And we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain

Big-time intuition in a tiny little brain
Spoutin' out thoughts about doubts and jealousy and pain
Open-ended questions and the ones they contain
Did it all go to hell in a day, kid?

Consider this my condition
On the ashes of the funerary pyre
Would you still have me surrender my lyre?

I'm only askin' 'cause it seems like you wanna say
That we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain

Consider this my audition
For that little jazz combo in the sky
If I'm not there yet, I'll tell you why
I'm too busy defiling the American songbook's name
And we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain
Yeah, we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain
Yeah, we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain

Nothin' ever changes; is that really your name?
What's it mean, what's the context, could you explain?
I don't mean to be an asshole, I don't mean to complain