Flashes and Cables

If we found the time
 if we found the merriment
 if we found the words
 we'd scratch them in new cement
 but those days are gone and we've got only pictures now
 a rotary wheel and some leftover shotgun shells
 nobody told us that the bastards were here
 all the rogues and the scoundrels are shedding their tears
 no, nobody told us taht the cameras were here
 all the flashes and cables
 won't someone please save us
 so by our request please turn in your uniforms
 the medallions and pins for the aries and capricorns
 and file your complaints with this rookie officer
 he'll lend you a smile, he'll lend you his deafest ear