There's an uprising in the streets
Everywhere you can hear the pounding of the peoples feet

You can hear their voices as the crowds cry
They pick a target but the old guard will fight not to die

I know enough to know I don't know much
Tell me you know because you know such and such

I wasn't born a Jew but they call me Irving
I sit back on my heels while I make a living

A pock-marked moon in a late-night sky
Listen to the news trying to avoid a lie

Unless I have an accident I will choose the year I die
2020 was quite an incident let's let the new year fly