Lyrics
In the middle of the holding out
Nobody will be dropped out
Except fake gods whose faux pas are offsetting bets
Well, who knows, yeah, who knows which birds will be left
To sing and sing and sing for me?
Well, who knows which birds will be left for me?
Harry came to me in the month of August
Mary loves Sally the most
Maybe Buddha is the true son of God's kiss
Maybe, you'll never know
"Woo-hoo" they sang as they crossed the river
"Woo-hoo" they said as they prayed to Jesus
Woo-hoo, the walls fell on Jericho
Well, who knows, yeah, who knows which birds will be left
To sing and sing and sing for me?
Yeah, who knows which birds will be left for me?
Well, no one knows
"Woo-hoo" they yelled when they came to Mecca
Beat them as they go
"Woo-hoo" they said as they read the vedas
Leave them, let them go
Spinning sufi's on their heads
Are hearing tones of wisdom
Devilish women warning men of their actions
Now bring them to you and me
