WHAT GOD WANTS, PART 1
What God wants God gets, God help us all.
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar
The priest said
God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight
Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the Bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book
What God wants God gets,
God help us all.
God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stores
Don't look so surprised
I'm only joking
The alien comic cried
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down in his book
What God wants God gets
PERFECT SENSE, PART 1
The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the strains of a Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land
And the Germans killed Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused?
He said “Mama Mama,
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals?”
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
“Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid.
“Time is linear
Memory's a stranger
History's for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty.”
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden
PERFECT SENSE, PART 2
Can't you see.
It all make perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see?
It all make perfect sense
THE BRAVERY OF BEING OUT OF RANGE
I looked over Jordan and what did I see?
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris.
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the frontline boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great for righting wrongs.
You hit the target and win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
TOO MUCH ROPE
When the sleigh is heavy
And the timberwolves are getting bold,
You look at your companions
And test the water of their friendship
With your toe,
They significantly edge
Closer to the gold.
Each man has his price Bob
And yours was pretty low.
Que sera sera
Is that your new Ferrari car?
Nice! but I'll think I'll wait for the F50
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn my eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote?
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
WHAT GOD WANTS, PART 2
What God wants God gets, God help us all
God wants dollars
God wants cents
God wants pounds shillings and pence
God wants guilders
God wants kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God want French francs.
God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
WHAT GOD WANTS, PART 3
Christ it's freezing inside
The veteran cries
The hyenas break cover
And stream through the meadow
And the fog rolls in
Through his bottle of gin
So he picks up a stone
That looks like a bone
And the bullets fly
And the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh
And the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone
In the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen
To pile the dishes
And answer the phone
WATCHING TV
We were watching TV
In Tiananmen Square
Lost my baby there
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was the daughter of an engineer
So get out your pistols
Get out your stones
Get out your knives
Cut them to the bone
They are the lackeys of the grocer's machine
They built the dark satanic mills
That manufacture hell on earth
They bought the front row seats on Calvary
They are irrelevant to me
And I grieve for my sister
We were watching TV
Watching TV
We were watching TV
Watching TV
She wore a white bandanna that said
Freedom now
She thought the Great Wall of China
Would come tumbling down
She was a student
Her father was an engineer
Won't you shed a tear?
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
And she is different from Cro-Magnon man
She's different from Anne Boleyn
She is different from the Rosenbergs
And from the unknown Jew
She is different from the unknown Nicaraguan
Half superstar, half victim.
She's a victim-star. Conceptually new.
She's everybody's sister
She's symbolic of our failure
She's the one in fifty million
Who can help us to be free.
Because she died on TV
THREE WISHES
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through a window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory
But you've used up your last wish
And you want her to come home
AMUSED TO DEATH
Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a colour TV?
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen?
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
And when they found our shadows
Grouped 'round the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then, the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed.
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged they only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
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