One Point Perspective

Dancing in my underpants I'm gonna run for government I'm gonna form a covers band and all And back there by the baby grand Did Mr. Winter Wonderland say "Come here, kid, we really need to talk"? Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought I fantasize, I call it quits I swim with the economists And I get to the bottom of it for good By the time reality hits The chimes of freedom fell to bits The shining city on the fritz They come out of the cracks Thirsty for blood Just as the apocalypse finally gets prioritized And you cried some of the hottest tears you ever cried Multiplied by five I suppose the singer must die Singsong 'round the money tree This stunning documentary That no one else unfortunately saw Such beautiful photography It's worth it for the opening scene I've been driving 'round listening to the score Or maybe, I just imagined it all I've played to quiet rooms like this before Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought