CONSOLATION SONG

My taxes buy a weapon Through its sights I see My children squeeze the trigger gently and I am filled with pride

In my Walls a crack is gaping Hope I don’t fall through it Maybe my house needs to be put in order or actually maybe better not

Could sit all day and grind away at it Could sit all night long and chew over it and gulp it down

But why should I sink And get hit by depression? Best not

Because there’s no solution to it.

So what do you do? Console yourself Kick back over a pot of comfort food Fan the charcoal grill Take off with a glass of “Ayalim” Arak

And sing that it’ll be fine Sing so as not to starve Sing so as to see there’s nothing to sing about Sing another Consolation Song

Bamboozle me with coins Stuff me full of falsehoods And I like a simple lamb I still believe

Once more Od pa’am – עוד פעם Consolation Song…

Bamboozle me with coins Stuff me full of falsehoods And I like a simple lamb I still believe

Once more Od pa’am – עוד פעם

My representatives grew a long trunk Again I give them my vote I damage my kids Hope not too much

The floor shakes beneath my feet Must take care not to fall Maybe my house needs to be put in order or actually maybe not

Could sit all day long and turn it over and check it out Toss and turn all night Not sleep, not sleep from it

It’s a heavy scene to take in though there’s absolutely not logic in it Best not Because there’s no solution to it

So what do you do? Console yourself Take the lid off the pan Take the morals out of the ministers Take the messages out of the songs

And sing it’ll be fine Sing so as not to starve Sing so as to see there’s nothing to sing about Sing another Consolation Song

Bamboozle me with coins Stuff me full of falsehoods And I like a simple lamb I still believe

Once more Od pa’am – עוד פעם

Bamboozle me with coins Stuff me full of falsehoods And I like a simple lamb I still believe