There was a high pressure low 
Developing off the coast of Africa,
Uplift in the atmosphere 
Pushed waves across the ocean 
Towards Antilles and Bonaire.
While I paced in agitation, 
I drew the curtains closed,
I set the air conditioner low,
I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face,
Somewhere out there 
hurricane [bad word] ..
 [bad word] ]
There's just no future 
Left for us to dream of,
Living in an era of instability,
So caught up 
In the culture of their rivals,
Fear breeds in honest men,
It's a high pressure low!
It's a high pressure low!

Seven missiles flying 
Over the sea of Japan,
Tales of feral children 
Sleeping in wolf dens,
And the pious [bad word] 
I hold my breath in anticipation,
Into the shelter of the jungle 
Noble [bad word] 
Vestal virgins triumph 
Over life-long inhibitions,
And I wonder, what is real? 
What is fiction?
 [bad word] 

Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
In retrospect he had to admit:
There was mistake 
In going to war 
Without first asking 
All the questions.
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara,
There are those who just cannot forget,
And I wonder, and I wonder,
Have I lost my [bad word] 
 [bad word]