Goodbye Ploy - Wire

Leaning backwards a memory

Staying on the periphery

To all the things that used to be

I’ll say goodbye

To the smoky rooms, where they piss their time

To the alright boys, left with no rhyme

To all the ploys as dumb as mine

I’ll say goodbye

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Put it down to expenses, it’s all the same

To all the players of the game

I’ll say goodbye

To the wait in line and don’t complain

To the fake pretending not to be sane

To the someone’s loss is always my gain

I’ll say goodbye

To the people cocktail, that does not mix

To the have-it-all by dirty tricks

Of national airwaves jammed by pricks

I’ll say goodbye

To the chilled and labelled haunted face

To the claustrophobic can’t do space

To every lace curtained place

I’ll say goodbye

Through the thin and unsupported walls

To the talking big and acting small

To the last ordered home time call

I’ll say goodbye

To the third rate butcher’s dance-hall-mix

To the gain attention finger clicks

To the try it on the wind-up slicks

I’ll say goodbye