Quť Surreal, Surreal
Sometimes love is backwards,
An unlawful combatant, a matter of rigor.
Another new moon in Aries,
Does it mean cut and run
Or recommit to the battle?
Gaunt mistress of camera land or
Buxom babe in a wide hat,
She wants to know if youíll be her
Tuesday guy, give first hand reports.
Donít sweeten the news, you gotta
Tell her you canít follow orders,
That we donít live in that world anymore ,
You tend to panic and follow your beliefs.
Just pile the naked bodies
In front of their cells,
Crouch down in the picture and
Smile that thumbs up smile,
Everyone will think its funny until
The police come to arrest the police.
But, blaming the actions on rank and file is
Like blaming 9-11 on bad phone service.
Or rain, hell, blame it on the rain,
All the stuff the farmers put on the fields
Ends up in the bay, killing something, everything,
So they blame it on the rain.
Blame it on six thousand years
of anal retentive law. Somethingís gotta give.
As Dr. Zimbardo says,
"Itís a Mardi Gras Scenario."