The Mesopotamians

We’ve been driving around
From one end of this town to the other and back
But no one’s ever seen us driving our Econoline van
And no one’s ever heard of our band
We’re the Mesopotamians:
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal
And Gilgamesh
And they wouldn’t understand a word we say
So we’ll scratch it all down into the clay
Half believing there will sometime come a day
Someone gives a damn
Maybe when the concrete has crumbled to sand
The Mesopotamish sun is beating down
And making cracks in the ground
But there’s nowhere else to stand
In Mesopotamia, no one’s ever seen us
The kingdom where we secretly reign
(And no one’s ever heard of our band)
The land where we invisibly rule
This is my last stick of gum
I’m gonna cut it up so everybody else gets some
Except for Ashurbanipal who says my haircut
Make me look like a Mohenjo Daroin
Hey Ashurbanipal!
Hey man, I thought that you were dead
I thought you crashed your car
No, man, I’ve been right here this whole time
Playing bass guitar
For the Mesopotamians