Текст песни: Catch 22. Alma Ata.

A man came by this evening, dancing like a puppet on his strings.
He spoke of engineering. It's obvious he's never built a thing!
I finally shook my head and said,
"Men like you can't build your peace."

His personality, while charming, still betrayed an air of confidence
inconsistent with 'criminal' political dissent. I had to smile and think awhile.
I finally shook my head and said,
"Men like you can't fake your peace."

A man came by this evening, he spoke about my future in this place.
I had to smile and think awhile.
I finally shook my head and said,
"Men like you can't make your peace."