oceanic

Now and again, the tide turns.

Float me down the river and the windmill stops.

I headed for the turret but i landed near the copse.

Tournament of roses seems to say everything's fine.

Rat me out for pennies when the going rate's a dime.

Grabbing hands over fist with the pound.

Something tells me that the world is spinning round.

Fools on the hill tumble down and take a break.

I loaded up on sugar and I stole a slice of cake.

Toothache Schmoothache

I could always skip a meal.

Something deep inside tells me don't forget to feel.

Fat Guy tips the scales;

His boss Jack Bronstein sips Burfresca.

The government and business make an incomplete trifecta.

One's man hero is another woman's rake.

Nelson Algren says Chicago is a city on the make.