Too Much Rope

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 tear jerking 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 tear jerking scene

Beamed into my home
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn in our eyes

Muslim 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