What Gods Are These

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It's war, she said,

As she turned on the t.v set

Tuned in, through the storm

To the nightly news reel show



Where a voice conformed our fears

As she stifled back the tears

And declared she'd watched the highlights

On t.v!



Count to three I'll be back home soon

Count to three



What gods are these'

To justify these deeds

Not mine, I'm sure

Could this really be the cure'



And we're dancing in the streets

And kissing that boys feet

As your love begins to flow

On your breakfast t.v show



We flew for hours

And we all took communal showers

And we wondered at the heat

As our boots melted to our feet



And I darn the armored vest

Walked out with all the rest

Straight into what I thought must be

A dream!



Count to three I'll be back home soon

Count to three



What gods are these'

To justify these deeds

Not mine, I'm sure

Could this really be the cure'



And we're dancing in the streets

And kissing that boys feet

As your love begins to flow

On your breakfast t.v show



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