Dan Bern Ballerina lyrics

Shortly before Pittsburgh the tires came off

But we kept pouring down the interstate

Heading west and slightly north

And by the time we pulled into Cleveland

And skidded to a stop

It was noon and very cold

And we fell out of the van

Smelling smoke from the fenders

Which were twisted and scraped

And we were just in time

Just barely in time

For another interview

We just passed some factory

That makes a billion Eiffel Towers a day

And at the end of every day they melt 'em down

So they can do it again the next day

They're been doing it since the 30's

And someone in the Carter administration

Tried to get 'em to stop

But they said well, what if there's a war

Imagine our advantage

If on a moment's notice

We could drop a billion Eiffel Towers

On some unusupecting country

Like Thailand

And, oh, what a trip

What a journey

Tige plays bass all day

Jarrod just wants to sleep

Wil gets thinner every day

Tom's in Vietnam

Martha makes love and coffee

Both of them quite strong

And I just wish I could make all of them happy

We started piling Walmarts on top of the van

We had sixteen Walmarts piled up like flatbeds

Till some cop said something's wrong

And pulled us over for questioning

Every day I seem to fire

Three more poeple

And every time I do
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Eleven more show up

I can't fire 'em fast enough

If right now I fired every one I knew

I'd have 6 million employees by Christmas

Six million

And there's structural damage

In the building where we're staying

Some crack or some leak

And my dreams are telling me

Get out before the whole bloody thing comes down

We've abandoned eating health food

We've abandoned taking showers

We've abandoned changing clothes

In exchange for three Big Macs a day

And a card game that theoretically don't end

For five million years

Our phone cards are dead

There's crap on all the windows

We can't get any word to the outside world

Our families have forgot we ever existed

And here I sit in my little paper room

And everything is fraught with deep, deep meaning

And sometimes I lie here and I think

Well, what if I never even get up?

What if I never move?

Would we keep going and going and going

And going and going and going

And going and going and going?

And, oh, what a trip

What a journey

Tige plays bass all day

Jarrod just wants to sleep

Wil gets thinner every day

Tom's in Vietnam

Martha makes love and coffee

Both of them quite strong

And I just wish I could make everybody happy