Lunatic parade


It´s a Sunday morning in bed
And I´m trying to clear my head
But I can´t relate to what ́s written

in the newspaper
I´m strumming my OM-42,

and some harmonies comes through

And my fingers play a melody so true
Oh, so true

So now I´m singing a vic´try song
That I´ve been holding back so long
Awaiting the words to come,

and here they come
So many things to say,

but my mind has gone astray

And it seems to matter more

what happens around me

With all of the fake news, polluting the air
A strategy so way out of hand
Supporting the ones, who´s got a thirst for power

But with their own agenda at hand

A lunatic parade
The lunies on parade