No One Remembers Their Names (10 of Spades)

There's a page ripped from the history books, someone didn't want to know
About some 1800s surrealists who lived inside the Capitol dome
They sent cuts ups down to Congress who interpret it into law
They staged performance art for presidents who couldn't believe what they saw

And they were wild
And they were unhinged
They fevered and free
But, alas no one remembers their names

In regards to the Grand Canyon , it isn't what you think
Ten thousand men in a fugue state dug it down with silver picks
If you'd asked them what there were doing or why they'd die for such a thing
Why, they'd rip all your bones out and use them all some more to dig

And they were feral
And they were unhinged
And they were focused on their task
But, alas no one remembers their names

While these idiots sit and argue weather we've been to the moon
I can tell you that we first got there back in nineteen oh two
Roosevelt, he hired a Frenchman to shoot it all on film
Academics praise it's genius while Selenites live among us still

While they're your names
They're your leaders
Aliens in disguise
No surprise that no one will tell you their names

Now the thing about Mt. Rushmore, before Borglum had his way
There were other faces in that rock and where they came from no one could say
And these granite, grotesque portraits haunted every single passerby
To the point that their lives were ruined by this visage in their eye

And they were fucked up
Such a horror
These cursed, poor facades
But, alas no one remembers their names

Now the thing about Elvis Presley s that there was more than one of him
Army scientists cloned him out so that more people could see him sing
But one of him, he went crazy and killed several heads of state
Now, Jailhouse Rock was just a cover to obfuscate his awful fate

And he was gorgeous
He could shake it
He could murder with his bare hands
But now? No one could remember his name

Now we've come to present moment, or so they'd have us think
If you don't know about time manipulation buddy, it'll bring you to the brink
But the future's already happened and the past is yet to come
And what we're presently in is just a simulation that's only just begun

Well, do you feel it?
Does your clock tick?
Do you go back to the way you were?
Well, if you can then no on will remember your name

Well, who am I though?
Why do I know?
Why, we don't have time for that
Relax, no one ever remembers my name
Relax, no one ever remembers my name