Forty Years (Live At The Roundabout Theatre, New York City/1986)

Here in berlin - people line up to get in To wait for the end - living in glorious sin They've looked around - and now there is no looking back To when rivers ran red - now it's the sky that grows black Shadows are cast as two giants roam over the earth We light a match - but what is that little flame worth Once allies danced and sang But it was forty years ago Here in d.c. - they talk about 'euro-disease' And how the french are always so damn hard to please Otions are passed in brussels but no one agrees And no one walks tall - but no-one gets down on their knees Once allies laughed and drank But it was forty years ago Where I come from They don't like Americans much They think they're so loud, so tasteless, and so out of touch Stiff upper lips are curled into permanent sneers Self-satisfied Awaiting the next forty years Once allies cried and cheered But it was forty years ago