Got you 2 gifts for every string on my bass
Got you 6 gifts rescued from the hurricane
got you 4 gifts for every chord in this thrash
got a quart of oil gonna make it last.
We're still being oppressed
We're still under duress
Gonna scream gonna shout cause its Chanukah
Gonna thrash about our distorted guitars
Party like it's our very last year
Let the Hebrews hear.
1st night-another year of life
2nd night-a year without strife
3rd night-a heavy metal trombone
4th night= a dissonant quarter tone.
They put a man on the moon 1969
But science couldn't buy any more time
A quart of oil a great victory
For me 4 rounds of chemotherapy
5th night- I sent you a poem
6th night-I spent on my own
7th night a blood transfusion
8th night a jazz/metal fusion