I was getting ready to be a threat
I was getting set for my accidental suicide
The kind where no one dies, no one looks too surprised
And then you, then you realize that you're riding on the para-success
Of a heavy-handed metaphor
And a feeling like you've been here before

Cause you've been here before, and you've been here before
Then a word washed to shore
Then a word washed to shore
Then a word washed to shore

Sovay, sovay, sovay
All along in the day

I was getting ready to consider my next plan of attack
I think I'm gonna sack the whole board of trustees
All those don quixotes in their be -17's
And I swear this time, yeah this time
They'll blow us back to the seventies
And this time
They're playin Ride of the Valkyries
With no semblance of grace or ease
And they're acting on vagaries, with their violent proclivities
And they're playing ride, playing ride
Playing ride, ride, Ride of the Valkyries

Sovay, sovay, sovay
All along the day

I was getting ready to threaten to be a threat
Instead of thinking about my plan of attack, think about a sack
The whole board of trustees, all those don quixotes in their B-17's
And I swear this time it blows back to the 70's
And this time, they're playin Ride of the Valkyries
With no semblance of grace or ease
Now they're acting on vagaries
With their violent proclivities

And they're playin ride
And they're playin ride
Playin ride, playin ride, playin ride, playin ride
Ride of the Valkyries

Sovay, sovay, sovay, sovay, so

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): ANDREW WEGMAN Bird