Somewhere in the desert, there's a line in the sand
Both sides are alert to incursions in theirs or thine lands
Someone lost the roadman along the way
So how are they going to get back to 1948?
What to tell an innocent mind, tell it truth, or tell it lies?
Tell it to go out there and fight. Conflict primeval
There goes another waste of life for the cause
Couldn't wait for the mother of wars to end all wars
What to tell an ignorant mind tell it truth, tell it lies?
Or tell it to go out and fight
Wait for an air raid siren to sound
For an Al Kassam missile
That's when Merkova prowls
The the Filth Hounds howl