From the album Rarities
A bomb went off this morning raining bodies on TV. They are blaming the insurgents; they are blocking off the streets. And the smoke is rising slowly from the barrel of a gun. The solution to disruption: Order 1081.
Now the sunsets are incredible across Manila Bay. You can hear the bombers landing at the U.S. Air Force base. And somewhere in the distance, out beyond the setting sun they will sign a proclamation: Order 1081.
Now, we live down by the water in a shack that’s made of wood. And the bankers need to huddle so they need some extra room. We will find us somewhere better; there’s enough for everyone, got a perfect explanation: Order 1081.
I thought I ordered coffee, but they gave me 7-Up. Got to clear away these shanties and these ugly nipa huts. So the seeds of our great future, they can grow here when we’re done and it’s clearly all because of Order 1081.
For thirty days the rain fell, we were nearly washed away. The radio fell silent; nothing left to do but pray. The senator, he told us the guerrillas are on the run. And the reason they are hiding? Order 1081.
They are planting plastic flowers on the seaside esplanade. The Pope is speaking Spanish, but we can’t hear what he says. Got to stop all this confusion, got to wipe away this scum and the way to make it happen? Order 1081.
It’s amazing that the soldiers somehow all know how to dance. It’s amazing how the soldiers keep the creases in their pants. Now it’s safe to walk the streets at night; a new world has begun. Everybody’s sleeping soundly thanks to 1081.