Ammonia Tree
When the giants meet the collossi
Makes 'em all look normal size
They still caused a bunch of mayhem
On the Island of the Flies
And what the population want now
Is not expedient or wise
Under manners to Il Polpo -the undisputed Lord of Lies
A political solution
Proves quite difficult to see
As the rebel forces gather
Under the Ammonia Tree
On that snowy night in Kreuzberg
When we searched but couldn't find
Any echo of the Bowie tune
Or what the Russians left behind
The teutonic plates had shifted
But it didn't seem to cross your mind
I always liked your Weltanschauung
Better than I do mine
And it was simpler when there was a wall
Back in Berlington-on-Spree
Alles sein in ordnung honey
Under the Ammonia Tree
When your own head bores you
With its bloody awful song
It wasn't pretty wasn't clever
And didn't last for very long:
It felt like looking in the mirror
With all the strip lights on
(Might be a Stendhalian glory
If you can only wait that long)
Is it holy introspection or wrestling futility?
In the quest for Truth and Beauty
Under the Ammonia Tree
'Learned the lesson early on: the truth is boring and takes too long
Learned the lesson long ago the truth's not really what I wanted to know
Learned the lesson back in the day: the truth's so strong it'll blow you away
Learned the lesson later on: what's true remains when the pleasure is gone'
