Tel Aviv Stress

Oh mighty god above
Oh Satan down below
I'm in a situation and I want you both to know

I hear the morning headlines its getting worse and worse
Is this a line of incidents, oh maybe it's a curse?

I work in a Cafe
All day and night and day
They promised that those robots would replace us, where are they?

Next month I'm getting drafted they call me every year
They take away my freedom I wish I could disappear

Pollution in the sea,
Pollution in the air,
We all breathe soot and refuse and tar is in our hair

And every night my neighbor sniffs coke until he drops
I wonder - should I join him or should I call the cops

My love lives in the prairie
And me - in Tel-Aviv
She wants me to move in with her but I don't want to leave

Oh mighty god above, oh Satan down below
I'm in a situation and I want you both to know