The child lay In the starlit night Safe in the glow of his Donald Duck light How strange to choose to take a life How strange to choose to kill a child Hoover, Blaupunkt, Nissan Jeep Nike, Addidas, Lacoste and cheaper brands Cadillac, Amtrak, gasoline, diesel Our standard of living, could this be a reason That we would choose to kill the child That we would choose to kill the child Allah, Jehovah, Buddah, Christ Confucius and Kali and reds, beans and rice Goujons of sole, ris de veau, ham hocks Lox bagels and bones and commandments in stone The Bible, Koran, Shinto, Islam Prosciutto, risotto, falafel and ham Is it dogma, doughnuts, ridicule faith Fear of the dark, or shame or disgrace That we would choose to kill the child That we would choose to kill the child It's cold in the desert And the space is too big The rope is too short And the walls are too thick I will show you no weakness I will mock you in song Berate and deride you Belittle and chide you Beat you with sticks And bulldoze your home You can watch my triumphant procession to Rome Best seat in the house Up there on the cross Is it anger or envy, profit or loss That we would choose to kill the child That we would choose to kill the child Take this child and hold him closely Keep him safe from the holy reign of terror Take this child hold him closely Take this child to the moral high ground Where he can look down on the bigots and bully boys Slugging it out in the yard