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Dropping Bombs On The Gulf

            We're dropping bombs on the Gulf tonight
            And every one of those thousands of Iraqis is somebody's son
            Like I am my mother's son

            And though heartbreak is only a feeling
            A welling up of tears in my throat
            And though she may cry for weeks or who knows how long
            She may howl
            And cling to her comforters
            She will get over it
            Because that's all you can do
            When you lose your lover and your best friend
            And the one who made you laugh and cry and scream with delight 
            And melt in his arms as the sun went down

            She gave me compassion and dancing and Egon Scheiler
            And London zoo
            And she loved me much more than I could ever understand why
            She gave me joy and pleasure and lust and sex
            She gave me memories of times and people and places worth more than money could ever buy
            And more than anything, she gave me myself
            Which is I think the greatest gift that anyone could ever give anyone
	    

            We're dropping bombs on the Gulf tonight
            And the media is making it sound as though it were all right
            As though it was not a disgusting thing
            As though it should not make me ashamed to be human
            As though the allies’ positions were not full of inconsistencies
            As though the oil had nothing to do with it
            How dare we
            Talk about deliberate world-publicised pre-meditated massacre 
            As though it were OK

            We're dropping bombs on the Gulf tonight
            And a woman on the radio 
            Was telling how she'd lost the use of her legs because of a cancer that was eating into her spine
            How she had got married and had two baby daughters
            And she and her husband had brought them up
            In between frequent visits to hospital for drug treatments she eventually refused to continue 
            And then at the age of thirty-four she had done an English degree having by this time become used to her wheel chair
            She and her husband had more courage than its comfortable for me to contemplate
            So God, Forgive me for my pettiness
            Forgive me for shutting people out of my life because of stupid grudges
	    

            We're dropping bombs on the Gulf tonight
            Who knows where we'll be dropping them next year
            (N/M) I forgive you
            (N/M) I forgive you
            All you my friends who I've abandoned, I forgive you
            All you who accomplished some little thing I envied, 
            I forgive you

	    

            All you who had what I wanted, I forgive you
            I pray the rest of my life may not be filled with these same petty attempts to outdo people

            Christ !!!
            You know what ?!!!
            We really are dropping bombs on the Gulf tonight. 
            And every one of those thousands of Iraqis is somebody's son
            Like I am my mother's son

            And though heartbreak is only a feeling
            A welling up of tears in my throat
            And though she may cry for weeks or who knows how long
            She may howl
            And cling to her comforters
            She will get over it
            Because that's all you can do