InSult mY dIgnItY
and SpraY Your venom at me
wIth all SIncerItY
I'll Be a nIghtmare to thee
In the rIalto
You rated me
mY trade IS uSurY
and don't You default on me
mY Bond IS made of fleSh
juSt paY and You Start afreSh
It'S compound IntereSt
pardon the vIllaIn In me
have I no eYeS?
have I no handS?
when You StaB me
do I Bleed lIke You?
manna, gIve me manna
manna
heavenlY manna
manna, gIve me manna
manna
heavenlY manna
all through the deSert
all through the Sand
all through the ageS
all for thIS land
all for our people
all for our kInd
all for thIS b***** land
hoShana
praY for me
hoShana
StaY wIth me
hoShana
wake wIth me
hoShana
manna, gIve me manna
manna
heavenlY manna
You had our SYmpathY
after the great wounded knee
It waS no ShoppIng Spree
land waS Bequeathed to thee
But tImeS are a-changIng
neIghBorhood BullY
and It IS gettIng late
whIle You are ImportIng hate
nothIng to celeBrate
wIll thIS thIng dISIntegrate?
You had It all
IS thIS the curtaIn call?
fetal poSe Beneath the wIre
laYIng low and dodgIng fIre
In a pool of wrath and Ire
and our frIendS who never, ever tIre
s***e age armS agaInSt theIr ak'S
noBle cauSe, tIll vIctorY, what elSe?
when we chaSe, theY're gone wIthout a trace
now we are lookIng Into an aBout-face
and SpraY Your venom at me
wIth all SIncerItY
I'll Be a nIghtmare to thee
In the rIalto
You rated me
mY trade IS uSurY
and don't You default on me
mY Bond IS made of fleSh
juSt paY and You Start afreSh
It'S compound IntereSt
pardon the vIllaIn In me
have I no eYeS?
have I no handS?
when You StaB me
do I Bleed lIke You?
manna, gIve me manna
manna
heavenlY manna
manna, gIve me manna
manna
heavenlY manna
all through the deSert
all through the Sand
all through the ageS
all for thIS land
all for our people
all for our kInd
all for thIS b***** land
hoShana
praY for me
hoShana
StaY wIth me
hoShana
wake wIth me
hoShana
manna, gIve me manna
manna
heavenlY manna
You had our SYmpathY
after the great wounded knee
It waS no ShoppIng Spree
land waS Bequeathed to thee
But tImeS are a-changIng
neIghBorhood BullY
and It IS gettIng late
whIle You are ImportIng hate
nothIng to celeBrate
wIll thIS thIng dISIntegrate?
You had It all
IS thIS the curtaIn call?
fetal poSe Beneath the wIre
laYIng low and dodgIng fIre
In a pool of wrath and Ire
and our frIendS who never, ever tIre
s***e age armS agaInSt theIr ak'S
noBle cauSe, tIll vIctorY, what elSe?
when we chaSe, theY're gone wIthout a trace
now we are lookIng Into an aBout-face