DEAR GOD
I live in the damndest place
It is called the USA.
They just do not understand
It is of them that I lament.
There's a woman here who thinks
That she should be president.
Her idea, if you want to eat
Is step outside your door and kill.
It makes a lot more sense to plant
So we can eat next year again.
Chicken eggs, cows and goat milk
Give us lots of nourishment.
Crepes and omelets, milk and cheese
Butter, custard, and ice cream.
As they sow, so should they reap,
So dear God please hear my plea
Let me win the Power Ball
Yes, dear God, I want it all
So I can make the Harvest Ball.
Leave this hell of rotten lies
Where Democracy has died
Haven't made my mind up yet
Which my homeland really is.
Perhaps in the South of France
Or on the Austrian Alps;
Maybe Baden_Wurttenberg
(I forgot-is Rammstein there?)
Could it be my home is Suisse?
I am quite neutral as it is
Condemning them all equally
When they lie and cheat and steal.
But at times I wonder too
Why I so love Gold and Blue.
If I knew where I got lost from
I would know where to go home.
Where my heart and love do live
I won't tell these S.O.B.'s.
Maybe Grezland, maybe Sweden
Maybe Russia holds my Eden.
As sure as I am of my name
My home is not the USA.
That is just the place I live
It's my nightmare, but it's real.
So dear God, I need to win
My soul is dieing here with them.
Pegi, 28 May 2011
