If you ask me how I knew, I saw you
I had a bird's-eye view of a bird's-eye
view when I saw you
I saw you not as you think,
simply just as you I saw you
And all of this augers well
Even though it’s presaging pell-mell
All of it augers well
The bastard of it being, having to choose
Then you turned all Billy Sunday, shoutin'
"Philadelphia for Christ and Christ for
Philadelphia,"
As the sun groomed the plane with crepuscular rays When I saw you
And all of this augers well
Even so, it’s presaging pell-mell
And all of it augers well
The bastard being, having to choose
between a flickering fuse and power
beyond what you use
Never mind us purple italians,
never mind that pool in the mountains
Victory came and went
on winged elephants I saw you
And all of this augers well
Even though, even so it’s
Presaging pell-mell
All of it augers well
This is the bastard
The bastard of it being: having to choose