Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin - Critical Drain lyrics

Nothin' ever changes, is that really your name? What's it mean, what's the context, could you explain I don't mean to be an a**hole, I don't mean to complain But is that all we've given ye? I see no point in turning all this worry to shame There ain't no need to point the finger, I got no one else to blame Talk of secession has never been so plain But is that all that we've said here? The kids are on fire I'm just sat back tendin' the flames And we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain Big-time intuition in a tiny little brain Spoutin' out thoughts about doubts and jealousy and pain Open-ended questions and the ones they contain Did it all go to hell in a day, kid? Consider this my condition On the ashes of the funerary pyre Would you still have me surrender my lyre? I'm only askin' 'cause it seems like you wanna say That we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain Consider this my audition For that little jazz combo in the sky If I'm not there yet I'll tell you why… I'm too busy defiling the American songbook's name