Make It Move
I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls I'll never see.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.
Tonight I trod in the starlight, I excused myself with a grin.
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun.
The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane
Too many years I spent in the City playing with Mr. Loss and Gai
Engulfed
I'm engulfed I'm engulfed in flames lessons go unlearned so we all burnI'm engulfed I'm engulfed in games in who's name Saddam insane engulfed I'm engulfed by the greedy, rich profit of his young death, case in his last breath I'm engulfed I'm engulfed in lies the truth's revealed but my young friend still dies I'm engulfed I'm engulfed the Persian gulf I'm engulfed I'm engulfed in oil boiled in oil in horror I recoil engulfed I'm engulfed in sin where do I begin when this happens all again I'm engulfed by the fucking military boosting the economy but costing us a tragedy I'm engulfed I'm engulfed in war you know I thought for sure that we learned from this before engulfed I'm engulfed in twisted views on my TV news giving me the blues by our foreign policy biblical revelation and damnation engulfed by the possibility, the possible catastrophe and all those casualties PEACE!!