When the giants meet the collossi Makes 'em all look normal size. They still caused a bunch of mayhem On the Island of the Flies. And what the population want now Is not expedient or wise Under manners to Il Polpo -the undisputed Lord of Lies. A political solution Proves quite difficult to see As the rebel forces gather Under the Ammonia Tree On that snowy night in Kreuzberg When we searched but couldn't find Any echo of the Bowie tune Or what the Russians left behind. The teutonic plates had shifted But it didnt seem to cross your mind. I always liked your Weltanschauung Better than I do mine. And it was simpler when there was a wall Back in Berlington-on-Spree Alles sein in ordnung honey Under the Ammonia Tree When your own head bores you With its bloody awful song It wasn't pretty wasn't clever And didn't last for very long: It felt like looking in the mirror With all the strip lights on. (Might be a Stendhalian glory If you can only wait that long). Is it holy introspection or wrestling futility? In the quest for Truth and Beauty Under the Ammonia Tree Learned the lesson early on: the truth is boring and takes too long Learned the lesson long ago: the truth's not really what I wanted to know Learned the lesson back in the day: the truth's so strong it'll blow you away Learned the lesson later on: what's true remains when the pleasure is gone