ONE BLAST AND ONE HUNDRED HALF-ASSED POLITICOS AND JOURNALISTS

Woke up this morning (unlike a blues song) to the news of the terrible blast that blew away the soul of a nation. Trying to keep the right balance between a bleeding heart and logic, glued to the half-assed radio
stations, trying to decipher their jargon...
Journalists trying to put the blame for the explosion before the relatives of the dead were even informed...
Politicians avoiding to announce the number of the dead...
-It's for someone else to say...
It's nearly 1pm and our half-assed officials refrain from mentioning the number of the dead.
-It's for someone else to say...
We don't deserve these half-assed officials and it's for each and every one of us to say it.

Well here we are in a special place
what are you gonna do here
Now we stand in a special place
what will you do here
WHAT SHOW OF SOUL are we gonna get from you
It could be deliverance, or history,
under these skies so blue,
could be something TRUE
But if I know you you'll bang the drum like monkeys do.

(Don't Bang The Drum-THE WATERBOYS)