God (London)

God created the world Then created the devil to blame for his mistakes I closed the door of my hotel room behind me It was like closing a chapter in the book of life Outside 30 floors below I could hear the police Using their sirens like wolf whistles to pick up young girls On TV Oliver North his 15 minutes of fame Ticking steadily away was being fuzzy about crucial events Which had happened a year earlier- what a flake But then who isn't That was Reagan's defense at least The worst thing is how politics begins to leak into your life Back in our innocence we used to simply stick two fingers up Say "fuck off" that was about all you had to say anyway And then go back to the more important business of making music So why was I sitting there feeling angry about covert operations And illegal aid to the contras I mean I'm not even American But maybe we all are a little bit And then I realized it was just the thought That in this particular democracy And probably every other one in the world There is somebody in power who thinks he is more right Then all the people who put him there All the people who for once in their lives took an interest Outside the wind was howling the who-who's From sympathy for the devil Round and round the concrete hotel walls and corners That was then- this isn't