In a world where Iranian tankers slip through blockades with the grace of a ghost and Israeli nationalists play hopscotch over holy conventions, one might say the geopolitical circus is in town. Meanwhile, the US military insists its airstrikes in Somalia are flawlessly precise, refusing to compensate a seven-year-old who had the audacity to get shrapnel in his leg. It seems the only thing more stubborn than the Ebola virus are the armed men 'liberating' patients from hospitals, proving that common sense is truly the rarest natural resource.
Iranian oil tankers breach US blockade
US denies compensation for Somali airstrike
Israeli nationalists threaten Jerusalem holy site
Erotic Delta Blues-K-Rock Fusion
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[Verse 1]
I feel the shiver in the Persian Gulf, baby
Watchin' tankers slipslide through the dark
Slipping past the blockade like a guilty lover
Leaving Uncle Sam with a ΠΏΡΡΡΠΎΠΉ heart
Over in Lebanon the bombs are falling
A heavy rhythm on the dusty floor
While inside Jerusalem's holy walls
They're fighting at the temple door
[Chorus]
Oh, it's a sweet seduction of decline
We're making love at the end of the line
Power is the drug that we inject
History's a rumour we neglect
Yeah, we're rolling in the wreckage of it all
[Verse 2]
Down in Congo, bad men took a patient
Dragged him screaming from his sickbed sheets
An Ebola fever for a dark abduction
A viral dance in the jungle heat
Sierra Leone wants a little data
Before she calls the cutting knife a sin
She needs reliable statistics on the agony
Before she lets the judging begin
[Chorus]
Oh, it's a sweet seduction of decline
We're making love at the end of the line
Power is the drug that we inject
History's a rumour we neglect
Yeah, we're rolling in the wreckage of it all
[Bridge]
Ghana's asking for a payoff
For the centuries of chains and pain
But the ledger's burnt and the debtors smile
Saying "We don't owe you anything"
And the drones hum low over Somalian sand
Leaving broken children in the dust
No compensation in the killer's hand
Just a silent, metallic lust
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
Up in Long Island the killer gets his sentence
Three life terms for the bodies in the sand
A tidy package for a messy business
The final knot in a bloody hand
And Brazil's little princeling tried to dial the stars
To save his daddy from the judgement seat
But the courts said no to the intervention
Now he's dancing with the prison feet
[Chorus]
Oh, it's a sweet seduction of decline
We're making love at the end of the line
Power is the drug that we inject
History's a rumour we neglect
Yeah, we're rolling in the wreckage of it all
[Outro]
Rolling in the wreckage
[Slide Guitar Moan]
Just rolling in the wreckage
[Harmonica Fade]