The Interview
Okay make it snappy
I am bush boy, take the light from my face
You say this not about my race
Okay, what is it about
I have no opinion about the White House
They are all adults there, ask them
Yes, I would think you heard that before
I am not Columbus, you know
I am sweating now, can I go
And see Niagara Falls?
O, perfectly, I understand
I sound subversive because of I speak of wars
I pity you then, you ignorant Christian
Wait until you see
What God has in store for the end of the world
O, you have heard of the apocalyptic vision
Well war for me is just a condition
A dialectical confrontation
From the disproportionate satisfaction
Of human needs
Shouldering broken ladders of ambition
War comes when tolerance secedes
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