Political Scientist - Ryan Adams

He is drinking water from the faucet from the river

From the tributary it comes through rusted pipes

Outside his window he sees the water that’s supposed to be clean

By the chemicals polluted by the candy factory lines

Someplace on the edge of town

Someplace on the edge of town

Is where they live

Political scientists

So now she is crawling on her hands and her knees

She is dirtying her jeans choking on her own perfume

With a pen she writes below the sink in someone’s restaurant

This place is inconvenient for my name

She forgets to write it anyway

She forgets to write it anyway

The government supplies the cocaine

Political scientists

There’s no guarantees

There’s no guarantees

There’s no guarantees

Banging hard upon a crooked drum

She feels them tearing down Salvation Army houses back in Michigan

Her husband’s divorced but he treats her that way of course

Because he needs her just like he needs medicine

She forgets to write him anyway

She forgets to write him anyway

What’s red and white and nearly over

Political scientist

Political scientist

Political scientist

There’s no guarantees

There’s no guarantees

There’s no guarantees