Delegate

Here come the bootmen and the rabbit clowns
Don’t look them in the eye
In this town called Delegate
They’ll do you every time
Go and close the blinds and lock the doors
Those outsiders have thieving paws
The flannel men and short boys
Come marching into town
You’ll fit right in with your miserable heart
Your flag tattooed to your chest all tight
Woe begone
The people who have lost the most
Are the ones who hate the least
The poor souls who have pawned their legs
Have got the cleanest feet
You’ll fit right in with your miserable heart