Lyrics
It’s all smooth going for the bad guys in the back
Money and power are a psychopath’s crack
Throw in a little torture, pull the wings off human flies
and the pleasure keeps on mounting till someone dies
It’s always a drag when your victims go at last
You think they’d ask permission... show a little class,
but all they do is whine and act like you were wrong
Some of us lack finesse, and it doesn’t take that long
Torture is a science, and I teach my students that,
but the rookies outta Haifa can’t even hang a rat
It’s all about tradition, and the newbies miss the point
You try to teach ‘em patience, but their nose gets outta joint
Breaking human spirits ain’t what it used to be
You have to need it bad, so you do the work for free
It’s a calling... in the blood... but maybe I digress
I make it look like Pablo took an axe to Herman Hesse
I was Ben Torah in the tunnels, and I used to traffic kids
But when I got to Palestine, I got a taste for this
Yes... when I got to Palestine, I got a taste for this
When you’re born a demon, doing this is bliss
I cut a deal with human blood to kill without remorse
First, you burn the donkey cart. Then you kill the horse
Then you burn the olive groves and take some souvenirs
when you get deep enough, it’s worse than it appears
We get away with everything, so what you gonna do?
Shut your goddamn mouth, or we’ll get around to you
Look what we did to Palestine, and Lebanon is next
We’re gonna take it all, and then we’ll take the rest
Breaking human spirits ain’t what it used to be
You have to need it bad, so you do the work for free
It’s a calling... in the blood... but maybe I digress
I make it look like Pablo took an axe to Herman Hesse
They tell me there’s an avatar. They told me pigs could fly,
but my relatives are on the ground, so I know that’s a lie
My people own the banks. Your money comes from us
And we print it out of nothing so... you can eat our dust
Maybe there will come a day when it turns around,
but by the time it happens, we’ll all be out of town
If you want to stop us, well, you have to start at home
You need to keep your kitchen clean and never get a loan
Breaking human spirits ain’t what it used to be
You have to need it bad, so you do the work for free
It’s a calling... in the blood... but maybe I digress
I make it look like Pablo took an axe to Herman Hesse
Would Picasso do this? It’s an inartistic mess.
