The world is a squeeze box, that left your body red The world is a drunken maestro, talking 'bout his head The world's reading New York Times and sipping someone's lines The world left at 9 o'clock, and stole the postman's sign Oh, how we were wrong Oh, we waited too long The world is a balloon baby, dipping his bayonet The world is a firefighter trying not to get wet The world is a violin that's made of blood and steel The world would like to say hello, and tell you how it feels Oh, how we were wrong Oh, we waited to long Oh, how we were wrong Oh, we waited to long Oh, how we were wrong Oh, we waited to long