The child lay in the starlit night
Safe in the glow of his Donald Duck light
How strange to choose to end a life
How strange to choose to k** a child
Hoover, Blaupunkt, Nissan, Jeep
Nike, Addidas, Lacoste and cheaper brands
Cadillac, Amtrak, gasoline, diesel
Our standard of living, could this be a reason
That we would choose to k** the child (choose to k**)
That we would choose to k** the child
Allah, Jehovah, Buddah, Christ
Confucius and Kali and reds, beans and rice
Goujons of sole, ris de veau, ham hocks
Lox bagels and bones and commandments in stone
The Bible, Koran, Shinto, Islam
Prosciutto, risotto, falafel and ham
Is it dogma, doughnuts, ridicule faith
Fear of the dark or shame or disgrace
That we would choose to k** the child
That we would choose to k** the child (choose)
It's cold in the desert aAnd the space is too big
The rope is too short and the walls are too thick
I will show you no weakness, I will mock you in song
Berate and deride you, belittle and chide you
Beat you with sticks and bulldoze your home
You can watch my triumphant procession to Rome
Best seat in the house up there on the cross
Is it anger or envy, profit or loss
That we would choose to k** the child
That we would choose to k** the child
Take this child and hold him closely
Keep him safe from the holy reign of terror
Take this child, hold him closely
Take this child to the moral high ground
Where he can look down on the bigots and bully boys
Slugging it out in the yard