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   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   A word:      Sovay, Sovay, Sovay   All along 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 B-17s   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   Ride of the Valkyries      Sovay, Sovay, Sovay   All along the day