Grant Lee Buffalo - GRACE lyrics

[A phrase - Spoken]

If I was the Lone Ranger

Hiding behind a mask

Wouldn't be any danger

To the questions I ask

What ya say Pocahontas

Trade in your feathers and beads

For an electric blanket

And a packet of cigs

You bet

That's what she said

If I had me a needle

For every bubble that popped

Bind them all up like one

You would hear that pin drop

Like a gun shot

Like a shot

And if I was a world leader

Would not mislead the world

I would not miss anything

Miss America knows

That it's only a pageant

That it's only a show

Isn't even film in the camera

These aren't even my clothes

No no no no

Miss America knows

Ah ooh ooh

You remember Houdini

Who not a shackle could hold

Carved a trap door into heaven

To escape growin' old

Guess he just couldn't hack it

Bundled up for the cold

Double-breasted straightjacket

French handcuffs of gold

No no no no

He escaped growin' old

The growing old

Oh oh oh