What Gods Are These

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It's war, she said,
As she turned on the T.V. set
Tuned in, through the storm
To the nightly news real show

Where a voice conformed our fears
As she stifled back the tears
And declared she'd watched the highlights on T.V.!

Count to three I'll be back home soon
Count to three

What gods are these?
To justify these deeds
Not mine, I'm sure
Could this really be the cure?

And we're dancing in the streets
And kissing that boy's feet
As your love begins to flow
On your breakfast T.V. show

We flew for hours
And we all took communal showers
And we wondered at the heat
As our boots melted to our feet

And I darn the armoured vest
Walked out with all the rest
Straight into what I thought must be a dream!

Count to three I'll be back home soon
Count to three

What gods are these?
To justify these deeds
Not mine, I'm sure
Could this really be the cure?

And we're dancing in the streets
And kissing that boy's feet
As your love begins to flow
On your breakfast T.V. show

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