When the United States of Genocide
Decided to break free
They instilled a huddled mass of neuroses in me
Maybe it was Palestine or that wretched German dwarf
Who carved the need to self-preserve
to pander and perform

I wish I were a woman for their struggle is noble but
Culture shock is all I've got. I've worn it through it all
As I give in and integrate, the Matrix breaks me down
The kyke will denigrate himself
For the amusement of the Crown
I'm just a sick little Injun
Whose graves were razed by tank engines

I'm an African import whipped and bound
As an export. I'm the Hebrew
They say to be a minority is melting in their pot
But this soup is fowl. I wear a scowl and pine for what I'm not
We make the best comedians but sadly, it's no joke
Chop off the hand of Abraham before he slits my throat
Oh God, no

I'm just a sick little Injun
Whose graves were razed by tank engines
I'm an African import whipped and bound as an export
I'm the Hebrew

I am a waste of a Bar Mitzvah
All of my chai I've been sad
Oh, a shlemiezel, a shlemazel
Buried underneath spires of Babel

I want to go back home
Pleased to meet you; I'm the Hebrew
I'm just a sick little Injun
Whose graves were razed by tank engines
I'm an African import whipped and bound as an export
I'm the Hebrew