I had a dream that George W. Bush delivered a speech at the park where Africville was.
I want to like you or something despite my past record
Twinkly eyes made to enforce forgetfullness in my mind
It's all becoming dim the bloodthirst and rampages of old
Your post as servant of the people being a big joke
There then was a commotion from behind in the open air speach-giving hall
Spotlights swooping down in front of the black outling of the bridge
Only on sight for the lights of the 24/7 industry
On the other side of the harbour that made sleep with curtains closed viable
The crowd presses and surges forward, and I stumble into you
Your frame is slight as you dust off your suit and draw back
The shadows of the now unlit stage wrapping around you
Your face and right forearm remain, it's bent in front to deflect any harm.
We look eye to eye for a moment, and a smile cracks from one side to the other
Your eyes have a malice filled thing added to them by your beaming
In this moment I know who you are, none other than the anti-christ
I run away and claw to some friends in the disorderly exiting of the park
Told of what I have seen they are equally as fearful, but we all still want to like you.
Twinkly eyes made to enforce forgetfullness in my mind
It's all becoming dim the bloodthirst and rampages of old
Your post as servant of the people being a big joke
There then was a commotion from behind in the open air speach-giving hall
Spotlights swooping down in front of the black outling of the bridge
Only on sight for the lights of the 24/7 industry
On the other side of the harbour that made sleep with curtains closed viable
The crowd presses and surges forward, and I stumble into you
Your frame is slight as you dust off your suit and draw back
The shadows of the now unlit stage wrapping around you
Your face and right forearm remain, it's bent in front to deflect any harm.
We look eye to eye for a moment, and a smile cracks from one side to the other
Your eyes have a malice filled thing added to them by your beaming
In this moment I know who you are, none other than the anti-christ
I run away and claw to some friends in the disorderly exiting of the park
Told of what I have seen they are equally as fearful, but we all still want to like you.