Big land of dreamy eyes
Like a knife to a broiled steak
Through and through that tough
More the thought of truly great
Than any actual star
Big land of trying not to lie
And Roberta is forgettable
She’s sweet enough to hug
But not memorable
In any meaningful way
Big land of live aid
And your left with nothing to do
But ask and re-ask and ask again
Or sit in a puddle of pain
Wondering who promises gin like that
Big land of these
Big big land