I'm going to Washington
but what am I going to do there, I don't know
I'm pretty up high, I can't see anything
I can't see a damn from here
She has almond eyes
and such a little face
and with her brothers
as little as them
do you want to see the photo of her I've got
But what's flying
it looks like a little ball
But what's still flying,
and slowly coming nearer
On each little movement, shoot
before the other one does the same with you
On each little feeling, shoot
it's better not to wonder about anything
but this time I want to see who's...
I started from London City
Where Beatles and rock & roll were
I was a nigger machine1
but now they call me zebra
since they put on me the arms of a white person called John
you want to go to Washington
but what are you going to do there
it's just a rock, I can't see a damn
not even there is anything still standing
I wonder whether he's listening to me
it's a nice morning
I wonder whether he, too, is thinking
there he comes
On each little movement, shoot,
before the other one does the same with you
on each little movement, shoot,
but nothing's moving here anymore
there's nobody left
it's just you and me...
1. Or car