King Jew Songtext
von Eric Bryman

And I was king of all the Jews
My crown hung like a noose
A nuisance but it was nothing that was new

And I have slumbered all away
Placed needles in the hay
A drowning boy makes puddles in the rain


Blessed be are the weakest meek
And stronger thee where the speakest seek
Tongues that twist to the joints that creak
Place nickels on their tiny eyelids

Born and made my imprint there
As an old man in a rocking chair
But who remembers ticks and such affairs

The king but only just a boy
Brings centuries of joy
Until the next prophet to employ


Blessed be are the weakest meek
And stronger thee where the speakest seek
Tongues that twist to the joints that creak
Place nickels on their tiny eyelids