Exorcized By A Kiss

another day on the tiny island. where the bombs refuse to blow in churches...
i'm going by boat to a beautiful place. where the sea is so full of yachts and boats.
that the smell of petrol wins the fight.
against the smell of the sea. on another coast i see a diver drowning.
a helicopter flies him to his new home.
no rain is falling to kill the tropic heat, but. today it could have saved some lives.
back in the night i see a jealous husband. shoot his young wife three times in her head.
drowning, hanging in her own blood. her mother will cry for a week or two.
tourists all over the playce. like a million ants in my bedroom.
nice apartment-blocks will give them the room to roam.
while all houses of character get ripped down.
for the aunts of the ants. i can't stand it - a dozen vodkas later in my club.
i hit a guy, go wrong and mad. a bouncer knocks me from the back.
my lips spit a bit of blood. i decide to take c cab back.
on the way i see another local using his knife...
another day on the tiny island. where the bombs refuse to blow the churches.