Carefree, like we choose here,
on dark days
Media pressure and greed
are no longer dominant in any way
We demand too much
They devour the half-dollar¹
Leaders without style
smell their grave-machinery deal
Failure² on command
Girls get out of Israel
cowardly and mentally-challenged
A man-controlled game
The First Lady cries in the mirror
She sees what he does not revere
His bombed-to-death love
never retreats from Gaza.
He for whom the bell tolls³
will never understand the shot
and why the life he earned
has to be cleared away by a bombed-to-death love
Bullet without target
soaked with grief and loneliness
hits, as he commands,
right in the middle of the west's sense of security
Failure on command
Girls get out of Israel
cowardly and mentally-challenged
A man-controlled game
The First Lady cries in the mirror
She sees what he does not revere
His bombed-to-death love
never retreats from Gaza.
He for whom the bell tolls
will never understand the shot
and why the life he earned
has to be cleared away by a bombed-to-death love
For whom the bell tolls
The First Lady cries in the mirror
She sees what he does not revere
His bombed-to-death love
never retreats from Gaza.
He for whom the bell tolls³
will never understand the shot
and why the life he earned
has to be cleared away by a bombed-to-death love