ALMOST LIKE THE BLUES

I saw some people starving

There was murder, there was rape

Their villages were burning

They were trying to escape

I couldn’t meet their glances

I was staring at my shoes

It was acid, it was tragic

It was almost like the blues

I have to die a little

Between each murderous thought

And when I’m finished thinking

I have to die a lot

There’s torture and there’s killing

There’s all my bad reviews

The war, the children missing

Lord, it’s almost like the blues

I let my heart get frozen

To keep away the rot

My father says I’m chosen

My mother says I’m not

I listened to their story

Of the Gypsies and the Jews

It was good, it wasn’t boring

It was almost like the blues

There is no G-d in Heaven

And there is no Hell below

So says the great professor

Of all there is to know

But I’ve had the invitation

That a sinner can’t refuse

And it’s almost like salvation

It’s almost like the blues