I grew tall in this lucky land. And I thank God for that, but there's needles in the sand. Ozone in the eucalypt and on the Steppes tonight. There's pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight.
What do we want, we are going to be the winners or the losers?. And who do we hear, do we listen to the beggars or the choosers?. . We're getting no reaction.
The raising of children, the rearing of young. Used to be simple but look what it's become. The choice of career, the proper vocation. Out of your hands, all for the needs of the nation.
"This is a mad house," she goes straight for the palm. "You'll be luck to make it till Tuesday". . I say "You must be joking, the idea's absurd". But the picture's hanging on her every word.