
These lyrics never made sense to me until I thought about them as a premonition of our 43rd president. The first part is about an easy and blissfully ignorant childhood
(enough said there). As for the rest, couldn't you call the high-tech-but-fatally-flawed-by-lack-of-historical-consideration invasion of Iraq
skating on the thin ice of modern life? And I'd say that, in doing so, he dragged behind him
the silent reproach of [at least]
a million tear-stained eyes. I'd also say that a pretty big
crack in the ice appeared under his
feet. And if anyone's ever
slipped out of their
depth, he has.
Momma loves her baby,
And daddy loves you, too.
And the sea may look warm to ya, babe,
And the sky may look blue.Oooooo babe.
Oooooooo baby blue.
Oooooo ooohh babe.
If you should go skating,
On the thin ice of modern life,
Dragging behind you the silent reproach,
Of a million tear-stained eyes,
Dont be surprised when a crack in the ice,
Appears under your feet.
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind,
With your fear flowing out from behind,
You as you claw the ice.
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