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