Lightning Bolts

Two lightning bolts were delivered to my room
They were gifts from Zeus
I rock the bolts in a bassanet of pine
People ask me how I am
I say I'm alright, I'm fine
I push the lightning bolts in a pram
Until the sun goes down and it gets dark
And the girls from Jubilee Street
Hang out the windows and they wave
And ask me how I am tonight
I say I'm good, I'm alright
And orphans and youths are crying from the castle
I'm by the hotel pool working on a tan
People come up and ask me who I am
I say if you don't know, don't ask
Zeus laughs but it's the gas
And he asks me how I am
I say Zeus, don't ask
My lightning bolts are jolts of joy
They are joy boys from Zeus
I feed them porridge in their booster seats of knowledge
And in the cradle of democracy
The pigeons are wearing gas masks
My lightning bolts play in the elevators
They slide down the hotel bannister
And Zeus throws a gas cannister
And it spins around the pool
As pigeons wearing respirators steal the lightning bolts
Zeus wants them back
O my bolts of joy, o my darling little boys
They are lost to us
And people, they are never coming back
At night, I watch them sleep
And cry years of tears
And it's not the gas
People ask me how we are
We are, I say, honestly lost