(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)
Here come the priests, each one wailing and bemoaning
Lordy, they got their heads bowed down
Here come the madmen, they're too excited for atoning:
"Burn the mosque," they're shouting, "Burn it down!"
Save me a place, surround me with friendly faces
All of us have gathered here to share the end -
To watch the world go up in flames
Please, Lord we're not ready
Give us a day
Give us an hour...
Here come the kings, Let's dispense with their apologizing
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