40 Days of Hurricanes

 
people buy and sell postcards
with pictures of countries at war
but i should say better, they're being tore apart
by someone having war at them

elected enemies die in holes
the world's security looks for new foes
tv broadcast more war shows
you better watch your arse you may be next

so you better watch your step
when you walk on shells of eggs
which rather be walked upon, and that's
better at all than being born in this misery

the answer, my friend, used to blow in the wind
now it comes on F5 hurricanes

and we just bitch about the weather

galleries show their pieces of art
junk and paper put together with blu-tack
they shoo the jugglers and clowns in flack
who insist to dance at their doorsteps

a loose man walk up on the stage
and comes at everyone's face
he's not a wanker, he does wave
his mind, he's making love to your brains
 
the peacocks shriek the the penguins boo
the con man asks are you a fool
the loose says they booed bob dylan too
and somebody screams: you're not him!


the answer, my friend, used to blow in the wind
now it comes on F5 hurricanes

and we just bitch about the weather

attention thirsty kids dance naked on stalls
for their parents who yap and applaud
the electronic beats hit too loud
too much noise and show to have a thought or two

wolves don't bother wearing disguises
sheep follow now internet-wise
sharing meaningless opinions at large
which everybody likes with mice ticks

men dressed in yellow and dark
lead hell hounds who tamely bark
at the one joker who screams his heart
lads, please let's have some dignity

the answer, my friend, used to blow in the wind
now it comes on F5 hurricanes

and we just bitch about the weather

meanwhile everywhere one looks around
there's no god or enemy to be found
except for the pale eyed preacher who taunts
walks the razor line with his shoes off

the world's end comes around again
third time this decade, all the same
there's no money out there i can't gain
i've survived it a thousand times

when you get home and fix yourself a drink
see your balls grow big, your mind shrink
no time to waste in less than a blink
you're a one more to cry a river
 
the answer, my friend, used to blow in the wind
now it comes on F5 hurricanes

and we just bitch about the weather