A jazzy-jammy-swingy-sort-of-rock song; bouncing funk groove playfully alternates with swing time cocktail throwback under hyperactive vocal rant. We call it "Phish-step".
Dedicated to Triin and Ruth, wherever they're sleeping tonight.
you are an eastern-bloc baby with a west-coast style and you go through boys like a radio dial change the channel, man, iʼve heard this one before you got a knack for attracting everything that you hate and if i gotta ask itʼs already too late shops are closed up here, go check the girl next door
well i canʼt see a way around this wall youʼve built just wonʼt come down guess iʼll be moving on but before i do thereʼs one thing you should know
youʼre a celebration of the whole latvian nation in your business suit and stockings underneath you got me tripping on my tongue, springing til iʼm over-sprung a rag doll you can gnash between your teeth
well i canʼt help but be confused you kiss me as you knot the noose guess iʼll be going up but before i go thereʼs one thing i should show you
CHORUS: i got a brick in my hand and iʼm thinking of letting it go right through your second story window i got a brick
the perfect size so you can stack me on your wall but maybe i will be the brick that makes your iron curtain fall i got a brick in my hand
well i canʼt seem to keep my cool acting the american fool in this cross-atlantic play
iʼm wallowing in self-defense and building up my armaments trying to find the right thing to say
but if i canʼt beat you, so they say i guess iʼd better join the fray another shiny trophy in your case
cause i canʼt see a way around this wall youʼve built will not come down guess iʼll be moving on but before i go thereʼs one thing I should show you!
CHORUS (x 2)