toiling for food to eat...
for he grants sleep to those he loves.
~ Psalm 127
Șalom și salut, necredincioșilor, fiarelor, și Paisanoviților! Bine ați venit la casa căinței. Priviți coafura zionistă, refractară a Babei Z cum scînteiează, în timp ce ea izgonește pe Curvele Gramsciene, Porcii Fasciști, Papii din Laodicea, și Fiarele prădătoare ale Islamului, dîndu-i pe Mîna Atotputernică a Dumnezeului lui Israel. După ce se va termina de biciuit, se vor servi pișcoturi gramsciene și lapte de capră în salon. Vă rugăm și să gustați din plăcinta ocupației zioniste. L’Chaim!
15 See, I set before you today life and prosperity, death and destruction. 16 For I command you today to love the LORD your God, to walk in his ways, and to keep his commands, decrees and laws; then you will live and increase, and the LORD your God will bless you in the land you are entering to possess.
17 But if your heart turns away and you are not obedient, and if you are drawn away to bow down to other gods and worship them, 18 I declare to you this day that you will certainly be destroyed. You will not live long in the land you are crossing the Jordan to enter and possess.
19 This day I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live 20 and that you may love the LORD your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him. For the LORD is your life, and he will give you many years in the land he swore to give to your fathers, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
Lifting the mask
from a local clown
Feeling down like him
Seeing the light in a station bar
And traveling far in sin
Sailing downstairs
to the northern line
Watching the shine of the shoes
And hearing the trials
of the people there
Who's to care if they lose.
And take a look
you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town.
Dancing a jig
in a church with chimes
A sign of the times today
And hearing no bell
from a steeple tall
People all in dismay
Falling so far on a silver spoon
Making the moon for fun
And changing a rope
for a size too small
People all get hung.
Take a look
and see me coming through
For I am the parasite
who travels two by two.
When lifting the mask
from a local clown
And feeling down like him
And I'm seeing the light
in a station bar
And traveling far in sin
And I'm sailing downstairs
to the northern line
Watching the shine of the shoes
And hearing the trials
of the people there
Who's to care if they lose.
And take a look
you may see me on the ground
For I am the parasite of this town.
And take a look
you may see me in the dirt
For I am the parasite
who hangs from your skirt.