On Silver Mount Zion, all buried in ruins
We was dancing the hora until we vomited blood
Spinning like crazy, Shoshana was Jonesian
The towers had fallen and the wind called out my grandfather's name
Let's kill first the banker with his professional demeanor
Let's televise and broadcast the raping of kings
Let our crowds be fed on teargas and plate glass
'Cause a people united is a wonderful thing
I know that you're dying and I know I'm unwell
And together we sashay, through variations of hell
And as you walk through valleys of fear
The lure of my bed is ever near
Oh, don't be afraid, though the parade will not pass our way
It's nobler to never get paid, than to bank on shit and dismay

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