They led us on   They said it would be yours   Tear down the borders, stop patrolling the shores   Let us in      We wrote a winter song   Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on   Don't shelve the opera   You've been working this long on it   Twelve years on the east side   And still so house proud      All the neighberhood angels   Are humming the songs [hum along]    To themselves again   Oh they seem to think that when you show up    You'd look good in somebody's arms      Oh, you should have been a clerk   You should have stayed a stranger   You should have just done the work   But it's too late now school's out      Wildcats - you were supposed to go wild   Butchers - you shouldn't be obsessed with a child   Now Diorama Pete thinks he just sunk the fleet   Much like him you know I live to be cornered   So come on      Hey, Easterner, open your mouth   Don't speak in tones   I know there's beauty in the bones of the dam that burst   I know you look good in the shadow of the diamond monger's thirst   But get out      To the west there is an ocean   There is a mountain on the right   Now will you walk away   Or take the blame for the unfortunately named   Children of this day; children of this night