"TRANSATLANTIC MAN"

 © 2016 Oliver John-Rodgers (OJR) 

 

I drank my first Bloody Mary in Barcelona

I spent my first night in jail in New York

I walked a thousand miles from Virginia

Just to trade a cheap spoon for a fork

I went around and around, all over this world

Lookin’ for love in a pub

Then I made it to London with 10 quid and a hug

And I sold all my guns for some skunk

 

Low now

Oh god I’m so low now

Between nothing and know-how

I’m a transatlantic man on the run

 

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh this world has gone mad

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh this world has gone mad 

 

Back in the States by half 7pm

I’m fresh off the bless-up vibes

I go huntin’ for magic in a Baptist church

Whilst my watch it gives broken time

I run and I run, all over this world

Like a track star hounding for speed

But it’s not the booze that I need

Nor for the drugs that I fiend

But a mastery of love and of peace

 

‘Cause low now

Oh god I’m so low now

Between nothing and know-how

I’m a transatlantic man on the run

 

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh this world has gone mad

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh this world has gone mad

 

(It’s) like having Marmite for brains

Piss and vinegar down drains

Like every refugee’s to blame

In sweet Lord Jesus’ name

It’s the inept and inane

It’s redefining “insane”

When you’re the arson and the flame

You’re the top hat and the cane

A spokesman for Revelations 

All curse and no salutations

You’re the main hatred station

Of ancient borders and old nations

And so I say

 

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh this world has gone mad

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh this world has gone mad