how can there be romance
in a world like ours?
where corruption’s all over - & any true concern
just ridiculed - our language degraded - to manipulation & deceit
perception all blurred - all slurred - all blinded by media
they’re drummin’ up the pitch - & what the pack’s supposed to yell
reality defined - by big business interest & greed just - oh well
sheer vanity & havoc - & fuel is the word here indeed
we’re lost in combustion - the party’s just brimming
so wars here and there - be our currency all too common
in this our bloody - so cut-throat deal
but no crooks’s triumph - over some other rogue’s doom
shall help us in the end - & our bet - we might place in this game
we better write it off - it’s lost …- so you tell me now
how can there be romance - in a world like this?
we must’ve picked just the wrong number
this baby don’t live here no more

& should we not - believe this - oh well
be sure - it’ll be called by its - right name - anyway
will show its true face - so we see - these reptile-soul fellas
all over the place now - & in charge of power
in the name of the people even - & that sham be then called democracy
in our age of abundance - of ever growing sense of entitlement
with institutionalised distraction - from any duties based on ethics
yes this pack we see - get away with it - unchallenged - undisputed
plain matter of fact just - we better don’t argue too much
so they keep having their field days galore
go on to rake it in yes - in grandest style ever
& screw it all up - so swell in their executive prowess there
those real live weapons - of mass destruction
& we keep learning all this on TV these days
& just the other night too
I’m sure that you know what I mean
you won’t need any dictionary - to have this mess explained
all too plain to see is it there
in the gulf - round the ole’Mississippi delta
so be sure it will be called by its right name:
our Lady America it is - & pimped down here so well
& all our clientele just - a tiny bit worried - but keep leering
& cheering along anyway - keep feeding those corporate fat cat pimps
& have them just lick us all over

if that kind of soul were bodily (as our very times?) &
sufficiently - I say - in-corporated - conjured up
& captured - conveyed - in this one image
then Lady America’d go spreading her divine
(republican? democrat?) perfumed legs so
invitingly - we’d see some hot (Southern?Texas?) twat itching
lewd belly a’dancing - horizons & nipples there rippling
& creamy thighs stretching - way over these oil rigs - these guns
& all the way over our boys too - so far out over these gulfs
(of Mexico? or even Persian?)
& wiggling those heels - those toes go a-go-go &
the naked flesh - we see pulsating - glistening
& waves of husky laughter come blowin’ in (from you?
from Teheran?Jerusalem?Beijing too?) - would unlock
most un-inhibited forces (armies?the next war?modern love?)
& balling & flashing & splashing go those oily hips - we see now
this (White House?Wall Street?Pentagon?us even?) Lady America screwing

& all this would also - stand witness to
our most immaculate (Guantanamo?) statesmanship  - as
we’re pimping (Abu Ghraib snuff?) to these drugged out
so hip & so cool (gasoline?telenews?) junkies
& this be the reason in the first place - why these killers in
the (Christian?Hebrew?Muslim?) name of (…)

I really don’t know … oh yes - I’m serious
I really (blowjob!) don’t know - why we
(democracy?kleptocracy?sheer lunacy?)
should wish to have these master terrorists round here
(in the?from the?Middle East - central Asia - Corporatia?)
and all this in the name of some sonufabitch (…)
& are we serious - Lady America? - to even just be
considerin’ we’d be on any (…’s) side?
& really? - all this in the name of (…)? - oh well …
now - in our news - once again - these pictures from the delta
oh yes - just the other (holy?unholy?) night too
so I’m sure that - you know what I mean
you won’t need - any dictionary for this one
I’m sure that it’s all plain to see
we’re oiling up - our Lady’s gulf - so lavishly
hey (…’s) own country - you land of the free
you get licked - all over in flesh now - on (…’s) side
& we - we’re doing - our very best job in this game
spread these legs - far out over - horizons & oceans
we’re pimping our (American way of life?) Lady so seasoned
to the planet-wide greed so successfully &
so absolutely succulently too

how can there be romance - in a world like this?
you’ve picked the wrong number - you oil-drunken fools
this baby don’t live here no more

so fuel-driven still our deeds
we’re hooked & - we might even try to fulfil some day
what those holy books &
their phoney prophecies - have laid out
most blood-drunken creeds in - the name of our (…)
& you tell me please - just when did we
last have any questions about that?
& have we ever truly ventured in the name of this (…)
name of any (…)
name of some (…)
& are we really serious - to even just consider it?
so let alone mean it -  that this be - in the name of the one (…)?
as if truth were merely - our privileges here
these pleasures - we crave for - we race for
&’re ready to send - our soldiers - to fight for - to die for ?

I watched the news again
on TV - just the other night
now I’m sure that you know - what I’m talking about
we don’t need any dictionary so academic
for this kind - of hard core pornography
we’re so certain that it is
all plain to see - so easy to understand
so let’s have - a last look for now - at our Lady abused so pitifully
who’s reeling & getting it on so juicily - at the hands of these pimps
down there at the seaside - round the delta - where
the Mississippi river flows - into the Gulf of Mexico
& she’s oiled up - & fucked up so thoroughly

how can there be romance - in times like ours?
we must have - picked just the wrong number
this baby - don’t live here no more

05/10