El Dorado (IV) F E A R

F E A R is everywhere here

Under the patio

Under the hard-earned bought and paid-for home

Cushions, scented candles and the lawn

Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming storm

We all know about the wars that are raging

All the millions who just cannot see

There's so much more that binds us than divides us

But our f e a r denies it

While the papers stir it

The colours of the flag we wave

Were and will become blood red again

And the madmen all say they hear voices

God tells them what to do

The wars are all about money

They always were

And the money's dressed up in religion

And when it's not showing off, the money's hiding

Something is cooking inside me...

It ain't ready, but already...

I'm becoming harder to live with

Becoming harder to live with

You say I'm becoming harder to live with

I'm becoming harder to live with

But you can't see into my head

You can't see into my head

You can't see into my head

No, you can't see into my head

And the roads are full of weapons

That slide by in the night

Tanks all covered in yellow mud

Pass you on the motorway

As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and spades

Happy Days