Olympian Juicers Oh that water is hot It's hard work building a better man I've figured out that it's not Easy to wash blood of your hands The BALCO lab's been mobbed This raid changes the status of this bullshit summer job The apparatus almost has us Feds at the door, I'll run out the back Hide in the bushes by the side of the track Fast like a sprinter, I'll jump when it slows Stow in the train 'till I know where it goes And it won't be coal powering that chrome Olympian juicers will carry me home, carry me home, carry me home She rides the bus Who buys cabbage anymore? She wants nothing to do with us She tightens her scarf and hums at the floor She remembers the folk songs from Belarus or the Ukraine Or wherever it is that she's from Now it goes by a different name After fifty years of toil She knows she'll die on American soil I want to tell her, whatever happens Her boys had a pretty good squad in Athens And her bones were meant for Eurasian loam Olympian juicers will carry her home, carry her home, carry her home Straight up and down I don't think our boys will ever make their way back to this town I'll dig their burial mounds and fill'em up with your tears I guess I'll watch the playoffs alone this year It's not as bad as it appears Appreciate what we've been given Don't hang yourself with your yellow ribbon Don't despair, don't say it's a shame Just wait around for the Baghdad games You will never walk alone Olympian juicers will carry them home, carry them home, carry them home