Verse 1
       Am                Dm 
I am a refugee now, I am running like mad 
         G                       C         E 
across a frosty green Poland, my head in a sack. 
        Am                           Dm 
And the blood in my brain screaming "How did this happen?" 
     G                          C            E 
and "Where am I now?" Who is so blue in this freeze? 
 
Verse 2
          Am                     Dm 
Who is so grey with the history, rain dancing all 
      G                          C         E 
on my face without mercy and the muscles relax. 
      Am                             Dm 
And I just have to laugh through the loose teeth and tissue, 
    G               C          E 
the symphony builds under your boot. 
 
Verse 3
        Am                      Dm 
And the horns drool in harmony, dancers all swoon, 
        G                       C           E 
this is my bloody tune, my last gasp of the past. 
   Am                       Dm 
My thorn in the side of the violence of time, 
        G                            C            E 
I won't scream, I won't writhe, I am laughing and burning. 
 
Verse 4
 Am                         Dm 
Alive like a thornbush that grew in the hot 
       G                     C          E 
countryside, now the fire is high and I am not 
   Am                      Dm 
consumed. Yes, this is the room, 
            G                     C           E 
this is the old song from memory, this is the sound of the 
Am                 Dm           G            C     E 
Jew who refuses to die. 
 
Interlude
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Verse 5
Am            Dm 
  April 4th, 1944, 
G                 C          E 
  I recall my old address no more. 
  Am                     Dm 
I live day to day on the glossy dancefloor 
     G                        C           E 
of a wide countryside full of disappeared people. 
 
Verse 6
  Am                         Dm 
I sleep in the churches, eat grass like a goat, 
    G                     C          E 
the calendar hangs on the wall of my memory. 
   Am                       Dm 
My name is inscribed up the sleeve of my coat, 
       G            C      E 
here I am. 
 
Interlude
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Verse 7
          Am                     Dm 
Take this document with you, the lines that I wrote 
     G                           C              E 
as I bled through the night in a strange rusted land. 
       Am                         Dm 
I have ripped the page out, it is here in my hand, 
       G            C      E 
here I am. 
 
Verse 8
Am                     Dm 
Person of the book but I have lost my page 
     G                   C         E 
like so many others I am left to inscribe 
       Am                    Dm 
my own name on a torn one we will have a new book 
          G                C           E 
scattered far across the expanses. The scrapbook 
 
Verse 9
   Am                        Dm 
of signatures scrawled in forgotten, lost diaries, 
G                           C            E 
texts to recite when time's bloody boot, dances 
    Am                       Dm 
and kicks in the bone of our chest, like soft earth 
        G                          C       E 
and our ancient hoarse voices will echo in song. 
 
Verse 10
      Am                       Dm 
And resound off the curve of a high stony ceiling, 
    G                 C          E 
the curve of the arch   from our death to our Outro birth.
 
Outro
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