Four thousand years and its come to this Four hummus-spewing idiots Dodging airborne bottles, spit and flying fists Which mostly missed So don t hijack us for your politics We re not heroes or heretics We re just here to get some kicks So drop the hate and raise your drinks
We re jokers in the war on prejudice Crusades and blood libel myths Inquisitions, Nazis, Stalinists, Neo-Nazi lunatics We re holding out the truth to the revisionists And laughing in the faces of conspiracists Cause if we ran the world would we have time for this Oh lech lehizdayen you pricks
Chorus: This is not a call to arms This is a celebration We should be dead by now so we ve exceeded expectations We ve seen so many rise and fall taken so many beatings While you were empire building we were sitting back and eating (x2)
We struggle just so we can eat But we will never know defeat Tradition in our veins runs strong Our grandmothers know all our songs We got no children got no wives Our parents guilt we have survived And so for us please do not cry We re having the time of our lives