God (London)

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 thirty floors below I could hear

the police using their sirens like wolf whistles

to pick up young girls.

On TV Oliver North (his fifteen 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 Regan's defence at least.

The worst thing is how politics begin to

lead into your life.

Back in our innocence we used to simply stick

two fingers up to politics, say "fuck the Queen",

that was about all you had to say anyway

and 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). Then I realised it was just the idea

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...!