Lyrics

Soon I?ll be leaving you for foreign lands, I?ll be strung out on eastern hashish.
I?ll master Leviticus and when I sleep I?ll dream of Sharbat Gula?s eyes.

You?d think I would glad, you?d think I would overwhelmed.
And if I could be blessed I?d praise and God who?d do it.

Soon I?ll be leaving you for foreign bands, in the cradle of the human world.
Though I might look a little strange here down on my knees,
the only fearful penitent man.
So I?ll be a scourge of the sea, new found testimony to the Gods of the age old world.

I?ll raise Poseidon with a wink and I?ll bring damnation to those who would wake me from my western sleep.

You?d think I would glad, you?d think I would overwhelmed.
And if I could be blessed I?d praise and God who?d do it.

Oh Gula let?s go to Hawaii......and we?ll live upon the hill where everyone can see.
Because the killing fields a lonely place I say, turning me on my brother.