BREAD & CIRCUSES Bread, Bread & Circuses Bread, Bread & Circuses Three-Rings right there to distract us Pretzel-bread & Circuses They say there’s a mold that grows on bread It’ll put a circus inside of your head In 26-hours you’ll be okay or Balloon-popped by the DEA. Bread, Bread & Circuses Animal-cracker cage circuses Firkins full of toxic swill Fracking fluid up to the gills Say it’s safe, if no one will Raise liquid-bread to your p.r. skills Bread, Bread & Circuses Speckendick-bread circuses Infotainment-surveillance complex Halo footage at the IMAX Talking-head sideshow freaks Drones doing stunts over our cities Bread, Bread & Circuses Globe of Death circuses BRIDGE: When they distract us with Bread & Circuses they've got us on the shelf That provides you plenty of time to think about yourself Self-self and no one else In the land of honey and MILFs A PBJ sandwich, Someday you’ll be President as well as rich Bread Bread & Circuses Dog & Pony Show circuses Why did Rome die? Was it decadence, my oh my?! Or military ventures into the sky, while there’s sewage on your pizza pie? Bread Bread & Circuses Circus Maximus circuses Fall from the trapeze, Gladiators cut you off at the knees BRIDGE: They distract us with Bread & Circuses A strategy unto itself It satisfied your shallow requirements In lieu of something else Banks pumpernickel-and-dime you Covenants oppress you like panini HMOs roll you like a matzo ball All those clowns in a Super Bowl electric car commercial: How many m.p.g.’s, huh? Does jumping through flaming fire suppress your animal ire? Or do you eye Siegfried and Roy sometimes as if they’re ham on rye? Bread Bread & Circuses Pig-in-a-blanket circuses Sopaipilla Opera circuses Impalement-arts circuses Now hush up, you little hushpuppy, you!

1982 One-one thousand, nine-hundred and eighty-two Do you remember 1982? Do you recall how it molded you? A cap and gown were my crown of thorns 1982 years after Christ was born Pogos, Thirsty’s, the Bare’n’ Boogie Drinking 3.2 beer stoically Reagan in the membrane in 1982 Just Say No said Nancy, telling us what to do John Hinckley is insane Didn’t he grow up in Evergreen? They busted up Ma Bell and John DeLorean They say Wayne Williams killed Atlanta children The Cold War like the Christmas Eve Blizzard The Canucks vs. the Islanders Argentina against the British Empire Israel in Lebanon fighting with Yasser CHORUS: Dance like you’re missing, missing a shoe Dance like you miss 1982 Groove to the grooves from a record or two Pressed onto vinyl in 1982 There are 18 years left in the 20th Century It’s over 18 years from 1983 Things will get better, and life will improve It can’t get any worse than 1982 The Grim Reaper came for Princess Grace, The Colorado congressman who went to outer space, The author of The Fountainhead and John Belushi No 'morrow, Vic Morrow; Thelonious, history. Clear a path for the future It’s the birth of Lil Wayne And the Commodore Computer Thora Birch, Prince William, Ben Roethlisberger. Alison Brie was conceived and she was delivered Sophie’s Choice, Gandhi and E.T. Bette Davis Eyes and Double Fantasy The head of a bat, spat Ozzy I love rock ‘n’ roll about history The Conch Republic and The Vietnam wall Seeing U2 at the Rainbow Music Hall The artificial heart and the Unabomber Michael Jackson’s Billy Jean mega-seller Thriller The Italian kidnapping of General Dozier I’m going off to school in the Fall in Boulder CHORUS Has your life gotten better Since 1982? Did it mean as much for me As it did for you? It’s coming back around Another time or two Get used to the sight of 1982 Get used to the sight of 1982 Get used to the sight of 1982 CHORUS One-one thousand, nine-hundred and eighty-two

STICKY WICKET Our leader feels the pinch Our leader mustn't poke Our leader needs to clinch Our leader mustn't choke On the one side are the bankers On the other are the pickets Our leader's batting on a sticky sticky wicket Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Wicket Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Sticky Sticky Wicket Our leader can't decide Should we stay or should we go? It's the Graveyard of Empires, in case you didn't know War isn't everything that it's cracked up to be War's a bloody racket, says General Smedley Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Wicket Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Sticky Sticky Wicket It's the spirit of the game, in life as well as cricket, You're supposed to fight fair without infractions by the minute. The field's looking bad, there's damage to limit. It is what it is: a stick sticky wicket Our leader must decide who is history even if it rains on a wedding party Silence so deafening he can't hear the crickets It's a sticky wicket, so fuhgeddaboutit Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Wicket Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Sticky Sticky Wicket Can't be namby-pamby, a sacrificial lamb. Can't be a Superhero; Socko! Pow! Shazam! You can't please everyone Get off the pot or shit Batting sticky wickets has become ingrained habit Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Wicket Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Sticky Sticky Wicket It's the spirit of the game, in life as well as cricket, You're supposed to fight fair without infractions by the minute. The field's looking bad, there's damage to limit. It is what it is: a stick sticky wicket Will he close what he promised to close? Does Pinocchio have a nose? Will he go to bat and will he score? Not even he can be really sure. Will he rope-a-dope with lots of hope over the edge of a slippery slope? Is audacity mendacity? I guess we'll have to play wait and see There are domestic conflicts some bite worse than they bark labor vs. unemployed, toker vs. narc You can't listen to every single critic It's a very sticky sticky sticky wicket Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Wicket Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Sticky Sticky Wicket No matter your religious bent You can always say that you repent Deep pockets' hands rest upon the spigot Act duplicitous, so voters punch your ticket Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Wicket Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Sticky Sticky Wicket It's the spirit of the game, in life as well as cricket, You're supposed to fight fair without infractions by the minute. The field's looking bad, there's damage to limit. It is what it is: a stick sticky wicket Signing off on another statement; Doing what's expedient Where the sun don't shine, they're now allowed to stick it. It's a very sticky sticky wicket. Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Wicket Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Sticky Sticky Wicket Ear-bashing glue-pot mimetics sticking to his sticky wickets segmented full-story snippets framing his sticky wickets Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Sticky Wicket Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Sticky Sticky Wicket It's the spirit of the game, in life as well as cricket, You're supposed to fight fair without infractions by the minute. The field's looking bad, there's damage to limit. It is what it is: a stick sticky wicket Because he's got the intel, he's got a Nobel Tap tap tap, he can read you well. Will he keep the peace? It's hard to tell. Or is it all a game with a shell? So, Brother, can you spare a little change, Chickens roaming on a free range, A wholesome family heaven-sent, a canine non-allergenic? Still, he's Jonesing for a cigarette due to sticky wickets.