"Oh, where have you been, my angel son?
Oh, where have you been, my non-evil one?"

I've stumbled on the side of New York's own Yankees.
I've walked and I've crawled on New Jersey's highways.
I've stepped in the middle of seven dog piles.
I've been in the casinos on Boardwalk and ocean.
I've escaped my twin's bid to put me in the graveyard.

And it's Bernard's, and it's Bernard's,
and it's Bernard's, and it's Bernard's,
it's Bernard's reign's a-gonna fall!

"Oh, what did you see, my angel son?
Oh, what did you see, my non-evil one?"

I saw a newborn baby adopted by rich folk.
I saw a highway of asphalt with too many on it.
I saw some blacktop with tar that kept bubblin'.
I saw a room full of men with liberal hearts a-bleedin'.
I saw folks get sadder, all covered with water.
I saw ten thousand supporters of Bush who were broken.
I saw bums in the White House act just like young children.

And it's Bernard's, and it's Bernard's,
and it's Bernard's, and it's Bernard's,
it's Bernard's reign's a-gonna fall!

"Oh, what did you hear, my angel son?
Oh, what did you hear, my non-evil one?"

I heard the sound of a Thunder, it roared out of Trenton.
Heard, "A heck of a job," while drowned the whole world,
Heard one hundred preachers, divine truth a-tellin'.
Heard fifty thousand singin' in Yankee Stadium.
Heard one person starved, I heard my evin twin laughin'.
Heard the song of a poet, than Bernard he's better.
Heard the sound of a clown who is known as George Dubya.

And it's Bernard's, and it's Bernard's,
and it's Bernard's, and it's Bernard's,
it's Bernard's reign's a-gonna fall!

"Oh, who did you meet, my angel son?
Oh, who did you meet, my non-evil one?"

I met an old man, lost big bucks on the ponies.
I met a young man with a seeing-eye dog.
I met a young woman whose body was smokin',
an Elf from Wyoming, she gave me a rainbow.
I met a Welsh actress and was wounded in love.
I met a Met fan and was wounded with hatred.

And it's Bernard's, and it's Bernard's,
and it's Bernard's, and it's Bernard's,
it's Bernard's reign's a-gonna fall!

"Oh, what'll you do now, my angel son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my non-evil one?"

I'm a-goin' back out, soon the reign starts a-fallin'.
I'll walk to the store, buy some cake of Black Forest.
Here the people are many and their hands are all clenching.
Here the rhetoric's poison and flooding their airwaves.
Here the guilty are sorry only when headed to prison.
Here the men behind curtains, no longer well-hidden.
The dark side is ugly, it's best left forgotten.
Personalities, soon only one is my number.
And I'll tell it and think it, and I won't let him breathe it.
And when the dark veil is lifted, I'll be able to see it.
Then I'll stand on the ocean where my love is winkin'.
And I'll know I'll be well before I start singin'.

And it's Bernard's, and it's Bernard's,
and it's Bernard's, and it's Bernard's,
it's Bernard's reign's a-gonna fall!