Partial Lyrics:br br Rough Night off the Campsitebr br Carl was sitting behind his desk typing up a stormbr On his raise me or I’ll resign letterbr Directed at the leader of the European pressbr I told him that wages sure do fetterbr When I saw him on the way to the post officebr And he raised up the envelope and wavedbr Laughing and saying that’s certainly a thoughtbr Then he tore up the envelope and behavedbr In a way I hadn’t seen him beforebr He asked me for some paper for his typewriterbr Running off from me and last I’d heardbr Had put something together that was a firelighterbr br I stumbled upon a drunken captain and his armybr Complaining that the ground beneath was worthlessbr Even though for it everyone would steal and killbr And his commanders were plotting like a game of chessbr I asked him why he didn’t just quitbr And he looked at me like I had been unclothedbr In the presence of twenty three young nunsbr And this was the reason I’d be so loathedbr He told me the other side felt the same waybr And I could see their fires in the horizonbr They were getting ready for what was comingbr That’s what happens when everyone buys inbr br Edgar was hanging out amongst all the birdsbr That he was tossing bread to at the lakebr I felt compelled to join him on the benchbr And as I was fidgeting I felt it start to shakebr He shook his head at me rather annoyedbr And started to tell me about some pipes and winesbr I was curious and started to follow himbr But felt the presence of a thousand signsbr I remarked about his prowess in masonrybr As well as all that he could keep under the floorbr And he just laughed a little strangelybr So I left quickly before the first pourbr br The war was still going on by the pounding of the drumbr I saw the sick and exhausted crumblingbr Surrounded by their sticks of shamebr The captain was mocking all those bawlingbr Gotta have something for the bullets to hit he saidbr But I didn’t feel all that enticed by those searchingbr The countryside for misplaced silver and goldbr The mines were filled by those who quit researchingbr And the town was filled with phantomsbr That I couldn’t shake off unless I wokebr The air was clouded by smoke and dustbr And I had to wander out the place quite brokebr br He was camping out in a tent when I passed bybr Because he didn’t like the current form of politicsbr But when he started telling me what he thoughtbr My ears started ringing from all his language tricksbr As I started to leave the campground he grabbed my armbr And I tried to put up a little bit of resistancebr He was hanging on to the worst ways of thinkingbr If nothing else I guess I should admire the persistencebr Because when time and being are your only modesbr You won’t swallow the pill others must takebr And if you’re clinging to dying ideologybr You’ll probably live your whole life as a rakebr br I knocked the sand from my feet and enteredbr Into the first place I could to get out of the heatbr Balloons and confetti filled up the placebr In there she was setting up a meet and greetbr I walked up the front because I wanted a tastebr Of all the food and drinks