Kill pity (with acknowledgements to Desmond Dekker)

Get up in the morning,

Kill pity for breakfast,

Put on your helmets,

So, you can’t hear the cries.

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, the Israelites.

Carry holy text

In your flak jacket pocket,

So that what you will do

Can be justified.

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, the Israelites.

If you have lost one,

Does your book tell you,

That then seventeen

More people must die?

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, the Israelites.

Ride in your armour

Through ruined Gaza,

Look out of the hatch,

At the wasteland you’ve made.

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, the Israelites.

You think you will end it,

But you’ll prolong it,

Revenge will grow strong,

From the seed that you’ve sown.

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, the Israelites.