(I Don't Believe) God Is An Anarchist

(альбом: Hobo With A Grin - 1978)

Laid in the yellow ricksaw, backwards on New York Broadway
Rickety, rickety rickshaw, boggle the brain on Broadway
This can't be what is real, impossible to feel
London can stamp a seal but New York is far too unreal
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, hmm, mmm

Too much of Little Brother, too much of metal shmudder
New rock is hard as butter, hip now to say you come from the gutter

There's too many generations, so many new sensations
Writing in exclamations, who got the
Who got the, who got the explanations?

(Yes, I believe in darkness, yes, I believe in light)
(I got the life that I'm after, I got the life and that is that)
(Ain't gonna hide in no backroom, ain't gonna take none of that)
(I can't believe that I'll go hard, ooh) ooh-ooh-ooh, as an anarchist
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

Do one of two things, thinking up new things
Trying to kick out the boozins, too many soo-soo-soothings
Do I believe in unions, do I believe in power?
Don't care for revolutions, they're failing hour by hour, mmm-hmm

Give us some education, teach us to want to care
Give us communication, teach us to want to care, mmm
Tired of anti-heroes, tired of cavalieros
Tired of interferos, tired of all my fearos

(Yes, I believe in darkness, yes, I believe in light)
(I got the life that I'm after, I got the life and that is that)
(Ain't gonna hide in no backroom, ain't gonna take none of that)
(I can't believe that our God, ooh) is an anarchist

Bad in the yellow rickshaw, backwards on New York Broadway
Rickety, rickety rickshaw, boggle the brain on Broadway
This can't be what is real, impossible to feel
London can stamp a seal but New York is too unreal

Too many generations, too many new sensations
Writing in exclamations, who got the explanations?
Tired of anti-heroes, tired of cavalieros
Tired of interferos, tired of all my fearos

I don't believe in unions, I don't believe in power
Tired of revolutions, they're dying hour by hour
Yes, I believe in open space, yes, I believe in human race
Yes, I believe in open space, yes, I believe in human race

I don't believe in unions, I don't believe in power
I don't care for revolutions, they're dying hour by hour
Yes, I believe in open space, yes, I believe in human race
Yes, I believe in open space, yes, I believe in human race

(Yes, I believe in darkness, yes, I believe in light)
(I got the life that I'm after, I got the life and that is that)
(Ain't gonna hide in no backroom, ain't gonna take none of that)
(I can't believe that our God) is a anarchist, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh