DÉJÀ VU

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 ageing

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 hermaphrodites
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 balls
There's ninety-nine cents worth of drunkards and fools