To ridicule their false messiah 

They spit on their own beards 
They spit on their own hairy chests 
Symbolic of their odium 
Towards anything that’s non-Hebraic 

To ridicule their false messiah 

Insurgents cut off their own fingers in protest 
The songs of Zion unheard for centuries 

Such is the blood lust of these bearded hustlers 

The bitter water at Tara where 
Thieves with punctured ears did drown 

Such is the blood lust of these bearded hustlers 

Choking and dying by the stream 
In the form of a star the scum surrounded their captive 

Spitting and salivating on the floor 
Staves beating on his head 
Matrilineal hoodlums heckling 

Jeering and taunting the prophecies 
Written in their own occult books