Lyrics
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 you 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 (que sera sera)
Is that your new Ferrari car?
Yes, 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 Christians, Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet, who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
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
God, help us!
Dammit, get help!
No! They're only children!
Cathy, what have you done?
The children!
Have you both gone mad?
