Oh mighty god above
Oh Satan down below
I'm in a situation and I want you both to know
I hear the morning headlines, it's getting worse and worse
Is this a line of incidents, or maybe it's a curse?
I work in a cafe
All day and night and day
They promised that those robots would replace us, where are they?
Next month I'm getting drafted, they call me every year
They take away my freedom, I wish I could disappear
Pollution in the sea
Pollution in the air
We all breathe soot and refuse and tar is in our hair
And every night my neighbor sniffs coke until he drops
I wonder should I join him or should I call the cops
My love lives in the prairie
And me - in Tel-Aviv
She wants me to move in with her but I don't want to leave
Oh mighty god above, oh Satan down below
I'm in a situation and I want you both to know