A hail of shooting stars tonight
The lights of a hundred armored jets
Loch Ness monster in the backyard river
No, no son, that's just a submarine
And that's no tentacle, just another missile
God help us all
Song on the radio talking about love
"There's somebody out there for everyone"
The ones flying over my head
Are they out for everyone?
The black, the white, and everyone
In between, in their eyes
The same shade of gray
On their hands, the same streaks of blood
God is a nuclear cauliflower cloud
On the shore are the remains
Of a life-sized battleship game
And that's not my son
Just another one-armed alien
With a gun
In his five year old hand
