Shibboleth

Know the score

The quick and more

Arrive

The harbour is poisoned

Know him by his word and jibe

Drowned in the noise

A friend of Bill Wilson's may lay it on thick

But the signs were all there back when you were "with it"

Perverting my values I cannot abide

You and I, we're the same

And we stay tight

Oh what a wonderful day to separate

The reflections from me, the chaff from the wheat

Before they go blind they will open their eyes

Butter, rye bread, and green cheese

We draw a straight line

To see the sun go under the sea

See the sun go under the sea

Rot the core, true beauty

Mashallah!

Put in a word for your buddy

14 and counting

That water grew muddy with something

The sand settles in and the stones drift apart

A friend of the Guilds may raise the alarm

Keep cracking your back with elect two-ball canes

Envy's the game and craft begets craft

I can't understand you

Go back to your country

I can't understand you

Go back to your country

I can't understand you

Go back to your country

I can't understand you

Go back to your country

Go back to your country

I can't understand you

Go back to your country

I can't understand you

Go back to your country