powerful bankers - telling each other jokes
in a private room of a moscow Tex-Mex joint
And I'm sitting next to them
trying to earn my tequila
with a story or two that falter
"Another time when I was on Aeroflot-"
"A lot of my Jewish friends in Israel-"
And I can't listen to myself anymore
Just as unthinkable as to
Say nothing at all
so I dig into the bland chili con carne
with the homemade authentic corn chips
Try to think of a good toast
And wait for the moment when I
blink my eyes
And I'm in a fast car, going somewhere
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