the sirens sang for the six million
but what about me and the walking dead
hardly awake, me you forsake
and my pals who you treat so bad.
it's not all the same
there's plenty of blame
i can't stand the garish sun.
but now that it's dark
not quite free as a lark
i've no energy to walk
let alone run.
i perform my dailies
so i'm pass, not fail
but progress is slow
when i crawl like a snail.
my roof ain't collapsin'
i'm no catholic who's lapsin'
but a jew in a war zone
naked of faith.
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