There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa,
Uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves
Across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air.
I paced in Agitation. I drew the curtains closed.
I turned the air conditioner on.
I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face.
Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming.
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
Living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
Fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
7 missiles flying over the sea of japan.
Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens.
And the pious preacher commands.
I hold my breath in anticipation.
Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run.
Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions.
And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
Living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
Fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit;
There was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions.
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara,
There are those who just cannot forget.
And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
Living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
Fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
Uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves
Across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air.
I paced in Agitation. I drew the curtains closed.
I turned the air conditioner on.
I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face.
Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming.
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
Living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
Fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
7 missiles flying over the sea of japan.
Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens.
And the pious preacher commands.
I hold my breath in anticipation.
Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run.
Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions.
And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
Living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
Fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit;
There was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions.
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara,
There are those who just cannot forget.
And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
Living in an era of instability.
So caught up in the c**ture of their rivals,
Fear breeds in honest men.
It's a high pressure low.