Take Us to Your Leader - Paul Dempsey

Now, this is not funny

The shortest time feels like the longest time

It’s surely a dream

Or i’m just an unreliable witness to everything

The burning cars of movie stars

Unwrap the city one backstreet at a time

The severed heads of supermen

See how they’re different when you hold them under the light

Now she’s got all, she’s got all your answers

So you better take us to your leader

'Cause one thing is for sure —

We’re gonna get what we deserve

Now the street is a river

And the sounds drift up to our window above

And we run down to drown under the current

To go rushing ever forward to find a cheap cure for memory

We drink our fill from wishing wells

We feed coins into machines until they’re throwing them up

In crowded bars under neon stars

Until there’s new blood racing 'round the both of us

Now we’ve got all your answers

When she clicks her heels together

Now when she snaps her fingers

You better take us to your leader

'Cause my love, my word —

We’re finally gonna get what we deserve