Million Dead - Come On, Sharon lyrics
[Million Dead - Come On, Sharon lyrics]
Three four decades bored
Oh me oh my
I am almost speechless with the irony
Whatever happened to the victims of the
Most monstrous crime in history?
From justifiably angry camp survivors
Steeped in zionism
To bookshelf copies of Mein Kampf
With neatly crossed out anti-semitism
You're not learning the lessons taught
Your cycle of history is pathetically short
You were there, you saw and heard
And thus destroyed the lessons of Nuremberg
You'd kiss that shining Lipstadt
Fresh from judicial victory
But, I class her academia with Irving
Her enemy
And I won't have that accusing finger
Turned around and pointed at me
You compound your racism by
Painting criticism with
The broad brush charge of bigotry
So think before you open your mouth and
Don't tell me it didn't happen
These sights and sounds engraved on hearts
We can't doubt the voices of the million dead
But we can't doubt the indigment
Of these honest men
(gaza, west bank, hebron, jerusalem)
We saw your bloody thumbprints on
The gun-stocks in beirut
And we heard your hateful footsteps at
The temple of the mount so come on Sharon
Face up it's too easy to let hate breed hate
But that'll never be a decent excuse
Oh me oh my
I am almost speechless with the irony
Whatever happened to the victims of the
Most monstrous crime in history?
From justifiably angry camp survivors
Steeped in zionism
To bookshelf copies of Mein Kampf
With neatly crossed out anti-semitism
You're not learning the lessons taught
Your cycle of history is pathetically short
You were there, you saw and heard
And thus destroyed the lessons of Nuremberg
You'd kiss that shining Lipstadt
Fresh from judicial victory
But, I class her academia with Irving
Her enemy
And I won't have that accusing finger
Turned around and pointed at me
You compound your racism by
Painting criticism with
The broad brush charge of bigotry
So think before you open your mouth and
Don't tell me it didn't happen
These sights and sounds engraved on hearts
We can't doubt the voices of the million dead
But we can't doubt the indigment
Of these honest men
(gaza, west bank, hebron, jerusalem)
We saw your bloody thumbprints on
The gun-stocks in beirut
And we heard your hateful footsteps at
The temple of the mount so come on Sharon
Face up it's too easy to let hate breed hate
But that'll never be a decent excuse