Souvenirs on a dusty shelf Get out the Tarn-X, and I polish them myself Posters are falling, but who needs them at my age I've learned to smile when all I feel is rage So I think I will go to Bakersfield with Gabriel and Paul And I'll hide behind the garbage cans While the holy platitudes fall so blow the gates I am coming through with my albatrosses and al L and it's strategy not protocol that brings me here!