you're walking on a tightrope...cherishing a slim hope
hanging on by a thread
slipping on to thin ice, ain't got time to think twice
tomorrow you might be dead
...
when there's a red sun rising up above ground zero
there'll be no time for lies. or playing the hero
Satan's tuning up a fiddle...
going to play a little 'Nero's Blues'...
...
countdown in 'the cold war'... what the hell is it for?
you need no chainsaw to cut your throat...
taking too much for granted, when you get what you wanted
you'll realize you've missed the boat
...
when there's a red sun rising up above 'ground zero';
there'll be no time for lies, or playing the hero...
Satan is tuning up his fiddle
gonna play a little 'Nero's Blues'...
...
anic on th main line, blod as cheap as red wine
hand trembles on the hotline 'phone
they're all strung out on power, trying to be 'man of the hour'
when the hour is all it's own...
...
whoa, and time ain't talkin', though she hints she knows
exactly what the man is like beneath his clothes...
early in the mornin', now; sailor take warnin'
when the ill wind blows...
...
the man talking on the TV, he ought to be in moves
he's got that slick trickster smile
both the hawks and the doves, got horseshoes in their gloves
kangaroo court martial trial...
...
and poor blind Justice, crying on the witness stand
trying to explain 'rape' to a jury of men...
she looks like Venus de Milo with the cuffs on her hands
,,,they don't understand...
...
you're walking on a tight rope... cherishing a slim hope
hanging on by a thread...
slipping onto thin ice, ain't got time to think twice;
tomorrow we may all be dead...
when there's a red sun rising up above 'ground zero'
there'll be no time left for playing the hero...
Satan is tuning up his fiddle;
get ready for a little 'Nero's Blues'!...
...well... this is not a new song... 'the man talking on the TV, ought to be in movies..." was in fact Ronald Reagan, when this song was written... who could have guessed the buffoonery that would beset the U.S.A. to follow?...'ground zero' was wherever a nuclear device was detonated, not a hallowed hollow in the New York City skyline... a word or two has changed since this song was recorded, and changes yet to come. I'm sure... ( I guess 'change' is all we can ever be sure of... sure would be good to see some positive change in this sad old world...) love to all, d.