Letra de ' God (London) ' de Duran Duran

God created the world,
then created the Devil
to blame for his mistakes

I closed the door of my hotel room behind me,
it was like closing a chapter in the book of life.
Outside thirty floors below I could hear
the police using their sirens like wolf whistles
to pick up young girls.
On TV Oliver North (his fifteen minutes of fame
ticking steadily away) was being fuzzy about
crucial events which had happened a year earlier
what a flake...but then who isn't?
-that was Regan's defence at least.
The worst thing is how politics begin to
lead into your life.
Back in our innocence we used to simply stick
two fingers up to politics, say "fuck the Queen",
that was about all you had to say anyway
and go back to the more important business
of making music.
So why was I sitting there feeling angry about
covert operations and illegal aid to the contras?
I mean I'm not even American (may be we all
are a little bit). Then I realised it was just the idea
that in this particular democracy and probably
every other one in the world, there is somebody
in power who thinks he is more right
than all the people who put him there,
all the people who for once in their lives
took an interest.
Outside
the wind was howling the "Who Who's"
from Sympathy for the Devil round and round
the concrete hotel walls and corners.
That was then, this is...!