In the middle of the holding out
Nobody will be dropped out
Except fake gods whose faux pas
Are offsetting bets
Well who knows yeah who knows
Which birds will be left
To sing and sing and sing for me?
Well who knows which birds will be left for me?
Hare came to me in the month of August
Mary loves Sally the most
Maybe Buddha is the true son of God's kiss
Maybe you'll never know
"Woohoo," they sang as they crossed the river
"Woohoo," they said as they prayed to Jesus
"Woohoo," the walls fell on Jericho
Well who knows, yeah who knows
Which birds will be left
To sing and sing and sing for me?
Yeah who knows which birds will be left for me?
Well no one knows
"Woohoo," they yelled when they came to Mecca
Beat them as they go
"Woohoo," they said as they read the Vedas
Leave them, let them go
Spinning Sufis on their heads
Are hearing tones of wisdom
Devilish women warning
Men of their actions
Now bring them to you and me
