Song Lyrics
To catch a glimpse of the cowboy making the world a nervous wreck, and one s who ve got to stay
it s washington d
It s the nation s capital, overlords escape in the evening with people of the night Scott-Heron, between the folks who come and go
Overlords escape in the evening with people of the night, overlords escape in the evening with people of the night, surrounded by a moat
It s a mass of irony for all the world to see, it s the nation s capital, pulling different ways
It s a mass of irony for all the world to see, it s the nation s capital Gil, it s the nation s capital
but when it comes to making music
Morning brings the tourists, between the folks who come and go
and one s who ve got to stay
morning come and bring the tourists
Pulling different ways, surrounded by a moat Gil, peering eyes and rubber necks
got you feeling capital
it s the nation s capital
it s washington d
outhouse of bureaucracy
surrounded by a moat
and sure enough making news
And sure enough making news, pinned up against the coast
makes me feel it s always the right time for them people showing up and coming
Outhouse of bureaucracy, it s washington d
It s the nation s capital, it s the nation s capital
outhouse of bureaucracy
Between the folks who come and go, to catch a glimpse of the cowboy making the world a nervous wreck
craning rubber necks