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If I had been God,
I would have rearranged the veins in the face
To make them more resistant to alcohol and less prone to aging.
If I had been God,
I would have sired many sons
And I would not have suffered the Romans to kill even one of them.
If I had been God,
With my staff and my rod,
If I had been given the nod,
I believe I could have done a better job.
If I were a drone,
Patrolling foreign skies
With my electronic eyes for guidance and the element of surprise,
I would be afraid to find someone home
Maybe a woman at a stove
Baking bread, making rice, or just boiling down some bones,
If I were a drone...
The temple's in ruins, the bankers get fat
The buffalo's gone and the mountain top's flat.
The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodite,
You lean to the left but you vote to the right.
And it feels like déjà vu,
The sun goes down and I'm still missing you
Counting the cost of love that got lost.
And under my Gulf Stream, in circular pools,
There's ninety-nine cents' worth of drunkards and fools.
Original text by ROGER WATERS
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