Did I ever tell you all how I‘d just like to go
to a place beyond the horizon, where it is just about so!
I just need to realise that I don’t need to rock and roll any more
I may have the trumps or may not; I couldn’t be bothered about the score!
I think I know that I have more than too many a foe!
It’s hard to shut up though, but it’s more convenient to shut the door!
I may be God, but am I omnipotent?! Oh No!
Love has got me bound like evil checkmates me too, even if hate makes me want to roar!
So evil has an unfair chance, even if it does know
that I can cause destruction, but I won’t give it a go!
That’s why in spite of my ire at the crimes against me, I feel moored and mired
You can say I was doing fine, until I began to feel I was ninety-nine!
How weird you all think that I should settle with one evil or the other, and have toxins in what is mine?!
Can bygones ever be bygones, so how should I say
the blotch on my eternal notepad by evil is very likely to eternally stay?!
They think they can imprison me for calling me out of line?!
I should just tell Mr Prime Minister he should never have played fireworks with the divine!
Darling, sweetheart, baby girl, Sarah, Sita, (J), you ought to know, I’m hardwired not to say I’m tired!
But I want to tell this horrible Prime Minister (the worst in the history of Australia), he has been, for eternity, by me, damned and fired!
