Soferidol (Procol Harum re-lyric)

Oh Jewish scribe, your tomes they stand in absurd clarity

And like some merchant's Chinese wares, they reek of frailty

I see your paper-covered wall with names I find obscene

your mnemonic catch-phrase babbling so absurd to one who's keen

And though I hoped for some truth of mind I can see you're hopelessly blind

Oh Jewish scribe your words can't stand, once they've seen something more

And your decaying web of lies, will be swept to the floor

And though your ZOG-bucks have bought you much land it will be taken back by force

the same strategy you used yourself, will be turned on you, of course

And though I thought there was something to fear, I can see you're all hat no steer

And though I thought there was something to fear, I can see you're all hat no steer

well Jewish scribe, the time grows short, now what move will you make

does desert homeland call to you, its call do not forsake

as your di(a)sporatic flight takes hold like a sinking ship of rats

as your thousand-year kibbutz it ends, do you see now, where it's at

And though I'd love to talk in your ear, I can see you have no place here

And though I'd love to talk in your ear, I can see you have no place here