Déjà Vu

If I had been God
I would have rearranged the veins
In the face to make them more resistant
To alcohol and less prone to aging

If I had been God
I would have sired many sons
And I would not have suffered
The Romans to kill even one of them

If I had been God
With my staff and my rod
If I had been given the nod
I believe I could have done a better job

And if I were a drone
Patrolling foreign skies
With my electronic eyes for guidance
And the element of surprise

I would be afraid
To find someone home

Maybe a woman at a stove
Baking bread, making rice
Or just boiling down some bones
If I were a drone

The temple's in ruins
The bankers get fat
The buffalo's gone
And the mountain top's flat

The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites
You lean to the left, but you vote to the right
And it feels like déjà vu
The sun goes down and I'm still missing you

Counting the cost of love that got lost
And under my Gulf Stream, in circular pools
There's ninety-nine cents
Worth of drunkards and fools