Central Booking - John Vanderslice

I got your letter with the stamp of Godard

I’ll never open it I know how dead we are

The splotches of ink are not tears, they’re not blood

And hope our K1's not physical love

The whole mess could sink me again

You stay in Corvisart

I’ll stay in bed

Looks like the CIS has won once again

Won once again

Smaller and weaker use words to survive

Words are not currency when you arrive

On overstayed visas and cancelled requests

I’ve got the DIA you’ve got an arrest

The whole mess could sink me again

Held up at Kennedy

Sent back to DeGaulle

Looks like September has won once again

Won once again