Well the souvenirs On my dusty shelf Well I get out the Tarn-X, And I polish them myself Yes, posters are falling, But who needs them at my age? Well 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 will hide behind the garbage cans While the holy platitudes fall And blow the gates, I am coming through With my albatrosses and all And it's strategy not protocol Yes, it's strategy, not protocol, That brings me here.