When the claim is to new Madness and other anachronisms If thens state: united, nations are irrelevant But the religious don't like To see life as a bike And the way can never give way Again, we are here, again, we commanded The punctuated tendencies To give up their ghosts And spare the repeater Their ugly glasnosts Don't call it a comeback Where idioms swear We are ducks Not even sitting Lying down at the intersection Of currency And the river of lies