Magnets The Vapors

The motorcade is never-ending
The marshalls wave their wheel appeal
Only some of them are breathing
Only some know what to feel

The generals grit their teeth and smile
Just for a little while
Until they think they can't be seen
Then pour contempt through eyes that seem like magnets
Small and hard
Magnets

They rolled away down through the arches
The wet streets shined confetti-lined
The sun burns everything it touches
The motorcade dissolves the mind

The madman grits his teeth and smiles
Just for a little while
As though he knows he can't be seen
Then pours contempt through eyes that seem like magnets
Small and hard
Just like magnets
Out of the crowd
Just like magnets
Kennedy's children all magnets