text: God created the world
  The 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 wolve whistles to pick up young girls
  On TV Oliver North his 15 minutes of fame
  Ticking steadily away was being fuzzy about crucial events
  Which had happened a year earlier- what a flake
  But then who isnt
  That was Reagan’s defense at least
  The worst thing is how politics begins to leak into your life
  Back in our innocence we used to simply stick two fingers up
  Say fuck the Queen that was about all you had to say anyway
  And then 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 Im not even American
  But maybe we all are a little bit
  And then I realized, it was just the thought
  That in this particular democracy
  And probably every other one in the world
  There is somebody in power who thinks he is more right
  Then 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-whos
  From sympathy for the devil
  Round and round the concrete hotel walls and corners
  That was then- this isn’t