Depth Charge

Standard bearers march to the tick of the clock
It's a war against time when you're fronting the flock
Determind resolute defiant and strong
Noble and Savage know they belong
In the heart of the city
In the heart of the city
The battlefield of love a ruffled feathered bed
From fluid moist lips the benediciton's said
You love them and leave them with yesterday's guilt
Everything's on schedule in the empire that you built
In the heart of the city
In the heart of the city
You close a deal Thursday at 7.45
The train home is…