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

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

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

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