Déjà Vu - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
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 ageing
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 (lay down, just sit down)
(Lay your head down, lay down, just sit down)
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
I would have rearranged the veins in the face to make them more
Resistant to alcohol and less prone to ageing
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 (lay down, just sit down)
(Lay your head down, lay down, just sit down)
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
Credits
Writer(s): George Roger Waters
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Other Album Tracks
- Intro - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
- Speak to Me - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
- Breathe - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
- One of These Days - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
- Time - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
- Breathe (Reprise) - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
- The Great Gig In the Sky - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
- Welcome to the Machine - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
- Déjà Vu - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
- The Last Refugee - Live in Amsterdam, June, 2018
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