I switched on the TV,
I’m watching the news,
As the city’s neck
Is caught in a noose
There’s blood on the floor
And holes in the wall,
A teenage gunman’s
havin’ a ball
But I’m still havin’ a beer
I’m still havin’ a beer.
Crouching reporters
and passers by,
Cops and commandoes
and the RAF guys
Miles away
There’s just me and my screen,
Driven to tears
By this inhuman scene.
So, I’m havin’ a beer,
I said I’m havin’ a beer.
Is peace
Too much to ask for she says?
I stare at the screen
And I stare at her face
I don’t know the answer,
Or a way out
I don’t know what spirit
They’re talking about
I don’t know what too much
Means anymore
I don’t know if my city’s
Terrorism’s whore
What’s my reaction?
What should it be?
What does it have
To do with me?
I guess I’ll have another beer.
Said I’ll have another beer
The opposition’s out
They’re lashing their tongue
The government as usual,
Is cleaning the dung
VOTE FOR US,
Is all I can see
As I surf the channels
On my TV
So I’m still havin’ a beer
Yes I’m still havin’ a beer.
I can’t change the world,
So I lie here,
And I’m still havin’ my beer.
Oh that cold bottle of beer
Yes I’m still havin’ a beer
And I’ll keep on havin’ my beer,
I’ll keep on living in fear…
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Thank you Sting, thank you Farha.
