Come On, Sharon Songtext

von Million Dead

Three, four decades bored...

Come on Sharon, face off.

Oh me, oh my, I am almost speechless with the irony.
Whatever happened to the victims of the most monstrous crime in history?
From justifiably angry camp survivors,
Steeped in zionism,
To bookshelf copies of Mein Kampf
With neatly crossed out anti-semitism.
You're not learning the lessons taught.
Your cycle of history is pathetically short.
You were there, you saw and heard,
And thus destroyed the lessons of Nuremberg.
So think before you open your mouth
And don't tell me it didn't happen.
Don't tell me it didn't happen.
Don't tell me it didn't happen.
These sights and sounds engraved on hearts.

Yeah, come on Sharon
Come on Sharon

You'd kiss that shining lipstadt,
Fresh from judicial victory.
But I class her academia with Irving, her enemy.
And I won't have that accusing finger turned around
And pointed at me.
You compound your racism by painting criticism
With the broad brush charge of bigotry.
So think before you open your mouth
And don't tell me it didn't happen.
Don't tell me it didn't happen.
Don't tell me it didn't happen.
These sights and sounds engraved on hearts.

We can't doubt the voices (Gaza)
Of the million dead (West Bank)
But we can't doubt the indigtment (Hebron)
Of these honest men (Jerusalem)

We saw your bloody thumbprints on the gun-stocks in Beirut,
Come on, Sharon
And we heard your hateful footsteps at the temple of the mount,
Come on, Sharon
Come on

It's too easy to let hate breed hate,
It's too easy to let hate breed hate,
We can't let hate breed hate,
Hate does never breed hate,
But that's no excuse
Hate does not breed hate,
It's too easy to let hate breed hate,
We can't let hate breed hate,
It's too easy to let hate breed hate,
But that'll never be a decent excuse.
But that'll never be a decent excuse.