All the Presidents Men

Voodoo economics

Magic number people
make paper girls wait

so step up to the plate

there's no time for clowns

dressed up to the nines in your towns

4 years of a day gone by

left to you and I

never giving up on a dime

to fast track an FTA
Super 301 provision

...join the queue

the one with the boy

holding hands with the Tele addicts

too late to save our time

Shine a light for the thrill seekers

Zen masters in

Atomic cities

peering over high walls

on vintage streets

Never knowing the right river

to swim against the incoming tide

Boy you know that city isn't yours to conquer

go drive like a nomad

beyond the city limits

where life's friction is beyond fiction

Haven't we already explained our fears?

They drown in our tears

dress down in black

nothing you can do

but mourn the day

make war pay

the devil will out

colours run red

the thin blue line shout

keep alive in your teens

stay dead in your jeans

flush out the slag heaps

where the future sleeps

a new brain drain

on the Presidential train

Feeling black and blue?

you know it's up to you

folly your leaders the newspapers read

this world isn't going anywhere

without you

 .............

America's Songbird

Go out into the sunshine

Catch a summer cold

Fly through the snow

Catch a winter sold

Doctors on the run below

On a wing and a prayer

It's a new fight or flight situation

A notional will to retaliate

you can free the world

As long as my baby is safe from harm tonight