When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are
getting bold
You look at you companions
And test the water
of their friendship
With your toe
They significantly edge
Closer to the gold
Each man has his price Bob
And yours was pretty low
History is short
the sun is just a minor star
The poor man sells his kidneys
In some colonial bazaar
Ce 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 our 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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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
A nice enough guy
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With the same soldier's eyes
Tears burn my 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
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tender TV
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn in our 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
my niggas
just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood
bang yo' head
'til you break yo' motherfuckin
neck for me!
Just let me give
you real street shit
to rap in yo' shit with
We clap yo' seat
we whyle this heat
Keep bouncin up
and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck nigga!
Break yo' neck!