To my love out reach your soul I've seen men stand their flags in your angel hole And I cried all night I could hear you moan Shine the stars upon your clothes Still the music of the ghetto rose Don't forget to thank the horse that drives you home We find her heart in a sea of thorns Industry grew on flesh and bones Genius declared by having nothing to prove There is a place Where the jury cries for more Kaddish upon their dead it roared Deaths the violin makers final reward And I'll re-string my heart just for you New soldiers come in new whaling boats New captives sit in new stripped coats And your litigious prayers weigh upon my soul The story told shall be told again For the billion times we're betrayed by men Don't forget to thank the horse that drives you home