Too Much Rope

When the sleigh is heavy

And the timber wolves are getting bold

You look at your companions

And test the water of their friendship

With you toe

And they significantly edge

Closer to the gold

Each man has his price, Bob

And yours was pretty low

Now, history is short

The sun is just a minor star

The poor man sells his kidneys in some colonial bazaar

Que sera sera (que sera sera)

Is that your new Ferrari car?

Yes, but I think I'll wait for the F50

You don't have to be a Jew

To disapprove of murder

Tears burn my eyes

Moslem or Christians, Mullah or Pope

Preacher or poet, who was it wrote

Give any one species too much rope

And they'll fuck it up

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

With the same soldier's 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 in my eyes

What does it mean, this tender TV?

This tearjerking scene beamed into my home?

And you don't have to be a Jew

To disapprove of murder

Tears burn my 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

God, help us!

Dammit, get help!

No! They're only children!

Cathy, what have you done?

The children!

Have you both gone mad?