It was so very long ago In California desert snow On film was caught a burning bush Up many hills a stone was pushed The junky Jews, so much to lose
I was searching for something I could not describe So I stared at the sun till the tears filled my eyes Well, I thought I was empty so I paid the cost
Et si Dieu etait juif ca t'inquieterait petite Sais-tu que le Nazareen N'avait rien d'un Aryen Et s'il est fils de Dieu comme vous dites Alors Dieu est
I'm German, you're Jewish How could we ever make it through this? I've got this problem, that seems to linger Everytime I find myself around your finger
You say you're a shade in my face from my father's share crops My people were slaves before yours invented hip-hop Apologize but I'm in on the joke Another
It's hard to be a Jew on Christmas My Friends won't let me join in any games.. And I can't sing Christmas songs Or decorate a Christmas tree.. Or leave
Far Back In Time Where It All Began God Sowed His Word Into Mankind Some Let It Grow Some Let It Fall Only Believing In Their Leaders And Kings As Time
This is a crisis I knew had to come, Destroying the balance I'd kept. Doubting, unsettling and turning around, Wondering what will come next. Is this
[Verse 1:] In my country there is problem, And that problem is transport. It take very very long, Because Kazakhstan is big. [Chorus 1:] Throw transport
Por cada muro un lamento en Jerusalen la dorada y mil vidas malgastadas por cada mandamiento. Yo soy polvo de tu viento y aunque sangro de tu herida,
[Intro:] This next song is by somebody, calls himself Sol-Soldier Boy tell em? I don't really understand this kind of music Everybody dancing suddenly
planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some it ought to make a few reputations in the cult of number one while these seconds turn these
I take decaf coffee Two sugars and one cream I don't see the use in staying up Just to watch tv I unplug all the neon Turn the ringer off the phone
What is not but could be if what could appear in the morning mist with all associated risk what is not but could be if What was not but could have been
Open field with a window Open field with no child Open Field
If you got a message Leave your name and number, And we'll get back to you. Sleep on your back And ash in your shoes And always use the old sense of
Pain works on a sliding scale So does pleasure in a candy jail True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale I