The echo of your voice has no choice
Beyond the bonce of the ensconcing
Lava flow from the enthroned visionary
American plumery to know you before the big time.

When the earth was nothing and The Bible was not born
Was his Jewish descendant ascendant on the White House Lawn?
Have the Riboflavin encased the martyrdom of a life without conscience
So that the censors can wince when the said rhymes SAWM?

Ask another question and you might be given a not answer
Those who brave Maharishi to have had pre-grown outdated cancer.
Live with the liver of one subjected to scientific tests
And that beginning might look to another in India like being the very best.

First it started with a red shift and then the sciences danced with some coded message
10 became 20 and then 30 moved to 50 for an African sandwich.
Whole are the enslavements of camps where the liars are kept true
The nuanced dispersion of attention to consciousness
Irregularities in the NYPD and the Red, White and Blue.

Then it moved to a wavelength and now there is piece of mind
The havens of old forgotten towns have voices that are kind.
Nothing is said of the English who sought only a favoured reward
Sg down and writing about a Civil War’s pen mightier than the broken sword.

But after it was the Big Bang there was not much space left to share
Parents dominated the Paley Solar System
Children played with crocodiles and stay aware,
Crawling around the floor in their hairy underwear
Unaware of the mess awaiting them when they need to shave their hair
And have some grizzly stares
From Satre readers needing beakers and hot glares
From the Porsche and its crew
Something else to do, than get lost in someone else’s ideas
Like the girl with her own ideas
Who’s ideas are now his ideas
From the Cosmic explosion on the news.

Settle down for the blue, As the Solar System comes for you
And in time you will see it is true, They can saying anything about you, U2.