Bad Nation

I’m living dead, I’m a bad nation As bad as you like to percieve The easiest for condemnation En masse, so maybe I’m not me Because I’m always undistinguished I am a crowd you ignore All personalities relinquished It doesn’t matter now what for I cannot see a film director That could have done a sequel to Forman’s Ragtime, like a reflector Under the name of Ragtime Two A story of the insulated Would not attract lot of attention It would be booed and claimed outdated And all the dire consolations They’ll put into quotation marks And I’ll be ridiculed to bits So no more travels in the dark No waiters bringing fish and chips I’m cursed just for the case of birth This thread will never be unravelled For me all governments on earth Are one – its obvious at my level.