Déjà Vu

If I had been God I would have rearranged the veins In the face to make them more resistant To alcohol and less prone to aging If I had been God I would have sired many sons And I would not have suffered The Romans to kill even one of them If I had been God With my staff and my rod If I had been given the nod I believe I could have done a better job And if I were a drone Patrolling foreign skies With my electronic eyes for guidance And the element of surprise I would be afraid To find someone home Maybe a woman at a stove Baking bread, making rice Or just boiling down some bones If I were a drone The temple's in ruins The bankers get fat The buffalo's gone And the mountain top's flat The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites You lean to the left, but you vote to the right And it feels like déjà vu The sun goes down and I'm still missing you Counting the cost of love that got lost And under my Gulf Stream, in circular pools There's ninety-nine cents Worth of drunkards and fools