On the other side of the television A cavalry troop is showing off By shooting down Indians With their sparkling guns I wish they would shoot down My depressing thoughts if possible
Offering a bribe to the gods To plead for a passport to heaven Is this true ? There is a guy who's laughing Without a single shred of sincerity Show me your hidden hands
Through my birthplace, my skin and the colour of my eyes What on earth do I truly understand ? Won't the bus driver Let me come on board as well ? My destination ? Any place will do It shouldn't be like this, should it ? History presses me for answers Underneath the dazzling blue sky
Through my birthplace, my skin and the colour of my eyes What on earth do I truly understand ? Won't the bus driver Let me come on board as well ? My destination ? Any place will do It shouldn't be like this, should it ? History presses me for answers Underneath the dazzling blue sky