Lyrics The Resort Beyond the Last Resort - Collapsing Scenery, Uniform

The Resort Beyond the Last Resort

You’re prized in your circle for old-fashioned ways
We can’t see the ceiling;
your boot’s in the way
The twentieth century ran by your rules
The twenty-first looks like it might follow suit
You just itch to get the job done
You’re expedient and foolish, too
Kill a man and claim the war’s won
Back in the shadows where we can’t see you
You wither in the open
You shrivel in the sun
To you, negotiation
Is the barrel of a gun
Left with a choice between reason and rhyme
You’ve made it clear, you’ll choose rhyme every time
You know what they say about history and farce
But your tragedies were a farce from the start
You stumble into situations
You couldn’t recognize the right track
Your shortsightedness is stunning
Always a step behind the blow-back
You wither in the open
You shrivel in the sun
To you, negotiation
Is the barrel of a gun
It’s too deep for us to take