Pop Oorlab
Peace Machine

That, my friend,
was a rookie mistake.
In the end
the boogieman
got to you.

I know you know
Bed-ins
are lost on cynics,
whatever they wanted
you to believe,
Yesterday.

Where is the window to joy?
Where is the peace machine
Where is the engine of life?
Where is the halo of love?

Lord!
Teach me how to dance,
find a way,
to romance.

Your goth attitude
and swamp logic.
my stiff upper lip
and reservation.
could be matched,
semi-detached.
Lord, oh Lord,
where is the peace machine?
Where is the engine of love?