Next Year in Jerusalem

How angry would you have to be to face a rifle with a stone
With socks against authority would you be out there all alone
The world is such a crazy place and I’ve always found it odd
That if you want to hate the most you’ve got to really love your god
Looks like me made a big mistake back in 1948
Two wrongs do not make things ok
War in the holy land, the blood is on your hands
And your god cannot wash it away
We share the blame of every kill and for every sacrifice
US dollars pay the bill but they cannot pay the price
Here’s what’s left of Zionism, bullets fill the desert air
Until we make a world with no religion, peace doesn’t have a prayer