You don’t know me from the wind

You never will, you never did

I’m the little jew

Who wrote the Bible

I’ve seen the nations rise and fall

I’ve heard their stories, heard them all

But love’s the only engine of survival

Your servant here, he has been told

To say it clear, to say it cold :

It’s over, it ain’t going any further

And now the wheels of heaven stop

You feel the devil’s riding crop

Get ready for the future :

It is murder.

Leonard Cohen