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