What will we do when the temple falls?
What will we do when they breach the walls?
Dust and dead’uns all flood the gates
Jokes on us, ain’t no escape
What will we do when the walls come down?
What will we do when they burn the ground?
Women and children first to their death
Jokes on us ’cause we’re all next
Where will we go when the crops all die?
Where will we go when the birds won’t fly?
Build an arc and sail away
Jokes on you at the end of the day
Who will we burn we realize
We got it wrong, just a pack of lies?
Priests and beggars and immigrants
Jokes on the them, can’t purge our sins