The Extraordinaires
Текст песни The Man In The Suit

On a walk through the plaza the Inventor was frantic
Dancing with the pigeons on a search for the key

How many days has it been?
Suddenly the subtleties are "Plink!" "Bang!" "Pow!"
Sensing the sound on my skin.

Rock and ashes wrought the masses
Rise and fight! We've far surpassed this!

Oh! The Anguish of a man!
He's about as stable as a 3-legged table
That you just threw off of your roof!
He's the man in the suit.

As the sun started setting the inventor was awestruck
Building all the blueprints and plans in his brain

Round as the circling sun
Reckless and ruthless as a rabid rat
Sensing the sound on my skin.

On the cusp of something brilliant!
Onward! Upward! Still resilient!

Oh the nature of this man!
He's about as stable as a 3-legged table
That you just threw off of your roof!
He's the man in the suit.