Shibboleth Lyrics

know the score

the quick

and more

arrive

the harbour is poisoned

know him by his word and jibe

drowned in the noise

a friend of Bill Wilson's may lay it on thick

but the signs were all there back when you were "with it"

perverting my values I cannot abide

you and I, we're the same and we stay tight

oh what a wonderful day to separate

the reflections from me, the chaff from the wheat

before they go blind they will open their eyes

butter, rye bread, and green cheese

we draw a straight line

to see the sun go under the sea

rot the core

true beauty

Mashallah!

put in a word for your buddy

14 and counting

that water grew muddy with something

the sand settles in and the stones drift apart

a friend of the Guilds may raise the alarm

keep cracking your back with elect two-ball canes

envy's the game and craft begets craft

I can't understand you

go back to your country