To ridicule their false messiah
They spit on their own beards
They spit on their own hairy chests
Symbolic of their odium
Towards anything that's non-Hebraic
To ridicule their false messiah
Insurgents cut off their own fingers in protest
The songs of Zion unheard for centuries
Such is the blood lust of these bearded hustlers
The bitter water at Tara where
Thieves with punctured ears did drown
Such is the blood lust of these bearded hustlers
Choking and dying by the stream
In the form of a star the scum surrounded their captive
Spitting and salivating on the floor
Staves beating on his head
Matrilineal hoodlums heckling
Jeering and taunting the prophecies
Written in their own occult books
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To ridicule their false messiah
They spit on their own beards
They spit on their own hairy chests
Symbolic of their odium
Towards anything that's non-Hebraic
To ridicule their false messiah
Insurgents cut off their own fingers in protest
The songs of Zion unheard for centuries
Such is the blood lust of these bearded hustlers
The bitter water at Tara where
Thieves with punctured ears did drown
Such is the blood lust of these bearded hustlers
Choking and dying by the stream
In the form of a star the scum surrounded their captive
Spitting and salivating on the floor
Staves beating on his head
Matrilineal hoodlums heckling
Jeering and taunting the prophecies
Written in their own occult books
They spit on their own beards
They spit on their own hairy chests
Symbolic of their odium
Towards anything that's non-Hebraic
To ridicule their false messiah
Insurgents cut off their own fingers in protest
The songs of Zion unheard for centuries
Such is the blood lust of these bearded hustlers
The bitter water at Tara where
Thieves with punctured ears did drown
Such is the blood lust of these bearded hustlers
Choking and dying by the stream
In the form of a star the scum surrounded their captive
Spitting and salivating on the floor
Staves beating on his head
Matrilineal hoodlums heckling
Jeering and taunting the prophecies
Written in their own occult books