When the sleigh is heavy And the timber wolves are getting bold You look at your companions And test the water of their friendship with your toe And they significantly edge Closer to the gold Each man has his price Bob And yours was pretty low Now history is short The sun is just a minor star The poor man sells his kidneys in some colonial bazaar Que sera sera Is that your new Ferrari car Nice, but I think I'll wait for the F50 You don't have to be a Jew To disapprove of murder Tears burn my eyes Moslem or Christian, Mullah or Pope Preacher or poet, who was it wrote Give any one species too much rope And they'll fuck it up And last night on TV A Vietnam vet takes his beard and his pain And his alienation twenty years Back to Asia again Sees the monsters they made In formaldehyde floating 'round Meets a gook on a bike A good little tyke With the same soldier's eyes What does it mean This tearjerking scene Beamed into my home That it moves me so much Why all the fuss It's only two humans being It's only two humans being Tears burn in my eyes What does it mean This tender TV This tearjerking scene beamed into my home And you don't have to be a Jew To disapprove of murder Tears burn my eyes Moslem or Christian, Mullah or Pope Preacher or poet, who was it wrote Give any one species too much rope And they'll fuck it up
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