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   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 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