Roses are red
Netanyahu is a swine
I pray to the Lord for
A free Palestine

I'm in town
And we need to talk
'Meet me in the gardens
Where Wilhelm used to
Walk with die Kaiserin'

She told me that she
Got married last September
To some hotshot politician
(People say he's the future
Prime Minister)

And that there's
A baby ******* the way
And how they're moving
Back to London to
Start a family

To which I politely
Congratulated her

She took a deep breath:
'We should have
Run away to my father's
House in the Spanish Jàvea
When we had the chance'

'Yes, maybe we should've
But it doesn't matter now'

My spirit yearns to
Leave this godforsaken
City for good

To build a couzy chalet
Hidden somewhere
Amidst the alps

And to watch the
Seasons change while
Playing guitar on the porch
With my dogs at my feet

So why does a quiet life
Keeps getting away from me?