Forty Years

Here in berlin - people line up to get in

To wait for the end - living in glorious sin

They've looked around - and now there is no looking back

To when rivers ran red - now it's the sky that grows black

Shadows are cast as two giants roam over the earth

We light a match - but what is that little flame worth

Once allies danced and sang

But it was forty years ago

Here in d.c. - they talk about 'euro-disease'

And how the french are always so damn hard to please

Otions are passed in brussels but no one agrees

And no one walks tall - but no-one gets down on their knees

Once allies laughed and drank

But it was forty years ago

Where I come from

They don't like americans much

They think they're so loud, so tasteless, and so out of touch

Stiff upper lips are curled into permanent sneers

Self-satisfied

Awaiting the next forty years

Once allies cried and cheered

But it was forty years ago