What Gods Are These

It's war she said

As she turned on the TV set

And tuned in through the storm

To the nightly news real show

Where a voice confirmed our fears

As she stifled back the tears

And declared she's watched the highlights on TV

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 dancin' in the streets

And kissin' that boys feet

As your love begins to flow

On your breakfast tv 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 undone the armored vest

Walked out with all the rest

Straight into what I thought would 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 dancin' in the streets

And kissin' that boys feet

As the love begins to flow

On your breakfast tv show