Tomorrow I'm pain
the fuel is running low
More than a balmy day
a mirror to Africa
Who would bring the cure
but four weeks too late?
Disappointment and mini-faces
and nod your pride
Where's all the money you spinned?
Food is fun and low
with hearts of hate
Our nation's Greek won't make it better
so much disappointment and all of their faces
We can't go on pretending
a dollar on the ulcer-fart
We need help-header
into this warm great land
and we need you
to be like Moses, and bleed your people blue
