Letra de Congratulations (original song)

Dead in the water
It´s not a paid vacation
The sons and daughters
Of city officials attend demonstrations
It´s hardly sink or swim
When all is well if the tickets sell

Out with the whimper
It´s not a blaze of glory
You look down from your temple
As people endeavor to make it a story
And chisel a marble word
but all is lost if it´s never heard

But I´ve got someone to make reports
And tell me how my money´s spent
To book my stays and draw my blinds
So I can´t tell what´s really there
And all I need´s a great big congratulations

I´ll keep your dreams
You pay attention for me
As strange as it seems,
I´d rather dissolve
Than have you ignore me
The ground may be moving fast
But I tied my boots to a broken mast

The difference is clear
You throw it in your cauldron
Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn
Steinways and Baldwins
you start with a simple stock
of all the waste and salt to taste

But damn my luck and damn these friends
That keep on combing back their smiles
I save my grace with half-assed guilt
And lay down the quilt upon the lawn
Spread my arms and soak up
"Congratulations"