the mission

does anybody really care to know
why the sun sets
and young babies cry?
people die while happy lovers sigh
where the wild winds blow inside my private studio
wanna try to wonder why
the smiling girls are wearing curls
dressing all their little toys
like little drummer boys
and calling them on Friday night
for a teasing nibble and a bite
does anybody really care to know
why the sun sets
and young heroes cry?
there's a cruel thunder in the sky
and an angry warship on the sea
heading for a battle with it's big guns
aiming straight for me
does anybody really care to know
if the Captain is a cameraman
with a popular Hollywood TV show
downloading a pixel picture of me
filing it inside his memory
he's on a mission
he's a member of the CIA
undercover with a shutter
with a silver party tray
playing his dirty dancing game
playing the flirt
playing me for the fool because it doesn't hurt
does anybody really care to know
why the sun sets
and young babies cry?
they both know they're gonna die.