Hamas and Cheese on Rye

What? Bomb Palestinian women and children Because Hamas and Cheese are hiding In people’s basements like a sack of potatoes, Moldy boxes, and dirt? Wait! Hamas is down there They’re everywhere, In the water In the air In the people’s underwear So bomb, bomb, bomb we go Gently down the street Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Life’s now blasted meat That’s called proportionality! Why? The U.S. dollar needs a war, To grow, to grow. Blowing things up is also for, All the do-dollar day. Blow things up at night, Print more bucks all day. The U.S. dollar needs a war, And they’re going to get their way. Who? If Hamas hides in Diapers and brassieres, When they’re all blown up We’ll hear no tears. I’ll have a slab of Hamas and Cheese on Rye With a bag of burnt innocents to go. When? Now, now, now, now, now…now, now Now, now, now, now, now…now, now Blood Acres is the place to be, Bomb living is the life for me, I just adore that rubble view, Darling I love you but They blew off my foot and shoe. How Dare You! Fake news, fake news, fake news! Or is it real; fake, real, fake, real, fake We all know the truth. No one knows the truth. We’re all knowing. We know nothing. Truth is the first casualty. But people will die So that the dollar won’t. And it’s true, the dead can’t lie, But the winner will.