I wish I was wrong, I regret being right / There’s no satisfaction in this kind of foresight.

The boys are leaving town / Racing off to parts unknown / For the first time things are looking down / And I’m left here all alone.

It gets so hot down here that your mind gets hazy / Tell me you like it and I’ll tell you you’re crazy

Stay cool / When you know that the world’s gonna end the next day / And it clamps down all around you and you don’t know what to say.

There’s nothing better than an old Cadillac / At least that’s what my daddy always said.

Is this a war? No it’s just a maneuver.

49 klicks south of the nearest town / 7 away from the border / Nothing but sand and rocks for miles around / Light-years away from any water

How much longer will this wickedness rejoice? / How much longer will this evil have a voice?

I am speechless / For once I am at a loss for words / I am peaceless / Dumbstruck by the things I’ve seen and heard

How can I go on singing love songs / When things are much more bitter than sweet ...

How do I pull myself out of this spiral? How does my even keel get restored?

Secret service shenanigans in the desert north of Jerusalem.

Well I believe with a full belief / That The Messiah will put in an appearance soon ...

It’s so damn sick, I tell you Sick sick sick.

A man's ambition must be small ...

Put your clip in load your gun / You’re going into Lebanon / This ain’t no picnic you’re going on / You don’t take chances in Lebanon

This is the time / the time of the season / This is the time / The season for completion.

Well riding these buses is like riding a surfboard / Don’t hold on tight and you’ll get thrown overboard

We gotta celebrate our last days of freedom /Make the best of them before they're gone

No one seems to remember the way it used to be / Looks like everybody’s new here but the old chevra and me