Hello Cheney, my old friend
You're coming down my street again
Your convoy starts my roaches creeping
Wakes me up there's no more sleeping
All those wild dreams that I planned to tell my friend:
Gone again
I blame the sounds of sirens

Through DC streets I walk alone
Order wings from my cell phone
I'm with some dude he's lost his mind
He's too clueless to see the red street sign
But he jumps back onto the curb just before before he's crushed
By a big bus
Saved by the sounds of sirens

Rhyme Of The Ancient Mariner
I'll read to you if you prefer
"With throat unslacked, with black lips baked
On board a British ship, I waked"
I sing to bring Mariners out of the gloom
And to their doom
They hear the sounds of sirens

Can't believe you did not know
Your tongue would stick to that pole
I'm from South Dakota, out west
Still I'm cold so inside I'll rest
But I'll call the firemen from inside
Soon they'll arrive
With the sounds of sirens

Driving home now from my date
Want to sleep because it's late
At my home I crawl into bed
Dream of wings I want to be fed
I slept until, A convoy of police and limos drive by; I wake up
Dude, Dick Chaney sucks
He woke me with the sounds of sirens