| God created the world,
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| Then created the devil to blame for his mistakes
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| I closed the door of my hotel room behind me,
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| It was like closing a chapter in the book of life.
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| Outside thirty floors below I could hear the police
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| Using their sirens like wolf whistles to pick up young girls.
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| On tv oliver north (his fifteen minutes of fame ticking steadily away)
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| Was being fuzzy about crucial events which had happened a year earlier
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| What a flake… but then who isnt?
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| That was regans defence at least.
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| The worst thing is how politics begin to lead into your life.
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| Back in our innocence we used to simply stick two fingers up to Politics,
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| Say «fuck the queen», that was about all you had to say anyway,
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| And go back to the more important business of making music.
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| So why was I sitting there feeling angry about —
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| Covert operations and illegal aid to the contras?
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| I mean Im not even american (may be we all are a little bit).
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| Then I realised it was just the idea that in this particular democracy
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| And probably every other one in the world, there is somebody in power
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| Who thinks he is more right than all the people who put him there,
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| All the people who for once in their lives took an interest.
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| Outside the wind was howling the «who whos"from sympathy for the devil
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| Round and round the concrete hotel walls and corners.
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| That was then, this is!!! |