The Sublimation Hour

So you had the best legs in a business built for kicks

But was this changing of the guards really supposed to make you sick?

It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!

Medium rotation, the shock of the new

And a memo from Feldman saying, "Everything is true."

It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!

Don't spend your life conceiving

That the widows won't get sick of their grieving

Till everyone walks out

Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?

Express your bloated self, willful and indignant

In the face of somebody's lord

You try to summon up the spirits live on Face the Nation

But the Port Authority just taxed incantations

It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!

Auction off the temple, it's money well-spent

Hey, are those tears in your eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?

It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!

Don't spend your life conceiving

That the widows won't get sick of their grieving

Till everyone walks out

Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?

Confess your bloated self, willful and indignant

In the face of somebody's lord, ah

So put your hands together, I hear it's a must

Until this phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust

It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!

I guess the streets will suffice till everybody makes nice

But there's a rumor going round even Destroyers have a price

It's alright... The Sublimation Hour

Don't spend your life conceiving