Sleeping in a Caterpillar tractor
In the middle of a parking lot a graveyard
IDF surround you
They’ve got every right to pound you
So you slip off through the vineyard

Jesus, Mary, Joseph Light a candle on the mantle
Dip your hand inside a cradle
Prove to me a family
Test my manhood
I’m a batter for the California Angels
Putting food up on the table

How could it be so?
How could it be so?

Take a look a can of coke
Pour some cake into the hole
Throw it at the head of state
Cancel all his dinner dates
You think you’re from Palestine
You’re from Vegas every time

How could it be so?
How could it be so?

Belly, girl, I missed you
How come you never even kiss me?
Cause I’d itch and have to shower
I was blinded by a weapon that they made for Armageddon
Lick your paws and put ‘em on me
So I don’t become a zombie