Central Booking

I got your letter with the stamp of Godard
 I'll never open it I know how dead we are
 The splotches of ink are not tears, they're not blood
 And hope our K1's not physical love
 The whole mess could sink me again
 You stay in Corvisart
 I'll stay in bed
 Looks like the CIS has won once again
 Won once again
 Smaller and weaker use words to survive
 Words are not currency when you arrive
 On overstayed visas and cancelled requests
 I've got the DIA you've got an arrest
 The whole mess could sink me again
 Held up at Kennedy
 Sent back to DeGaulle
 Looks like September has won once again
 Won once again