歌词
God created the world
Then created the Devil to blame for his mistakes
I closed the door of my hotel room behind me
It was like closing a chapter in the book of life
Outside, 30 floors below, I could hear the police using their sirens like wolf whistles to pick up young girls
On TV, Oliver North, his 15 minutes of fame ticking steadily away
Was being fuzzy about crucial events which had happened a year earlier
What a flake, but then who isn't?
That was Reagan's defense at least
The worst thing is how politics begin to leak into your life
Back in our innocence, we used to simply stick two fingers up and say, "Fuck the queen"
That was about all you had to say anyway
And then go back to the more important business of making music
So why was I sitting there feeling angry about covert operations and illegal aid to the Contras?
I mean, I'm not even American, may be we all are a little bit
And then I realized it was just the thought that in this particular democracy
And probably every other one in the world, there is somebody in power
Who thinks he is more right than all the people who put him there
All the people who for once in their lives took an interest
Outside, the wind was howling the "who who's" from "Sympathy For The Devil"
'Round and 'round the concrete hotel walls and corners
That was then, this is...