Elvis Costello

Running pell-mell and harum-scarum
Running as hot as they do or dare
Stick out your tongue
And drink down all the venom
A Cut-Throat Cuthbert
And Millicent St. Cyr

Was the real old Macau
In the new False Americas
With the liberated territories

Unusual suspects shake down, shake down, shake down various dubious characters

Mother’s in the kitchen picking bones for breakfast
Boiling them down by the bushel and the score
Pull out your thumb and count what’s left on your fist
There’s a wolf at the window with a ravening maw

Did you find how to lie?
Did you find out how to cheat?
The elite bleat, their obsolete
So what are your prospects?
Exact, perfect, object
Now if you’d only genuflect

They’re running wild
Just like some childish tantrum
Meanwhile we’re working every day
Paying off the National Ransom

Woe betide all this hocus-pocus
They’re running us ragged at the first attempt
Around the time the killing stopped on Wall St.
You couldn’t hold me baby with anything but contempt

Letters peal slowly from our speech
The claxton attempts to preach
Stretching out the stars still out of reach

Drowning
Flailing
Outside someone’s wailing

They’re running wild
Just like some childish tantrum
Meanwhile we’re working every day
Paying off the National Ransom