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Israelites - Elliot Goldenthal (略特·高登索)

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me the Israelite aah

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me the Israelite aah

My wife and my kids they are packed up and leave me

Darling she said I was yours to receive

Poor me the Israelite aah

Shirt them a-tear up trousers are gone

I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Poor me the Israelite aah

After a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in the farm you sound the alarm

Poor me the Israelite aah

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Poor me the Israelite aah

My wife and my kids they are packed up and leave me

Darling she said I was yours to receive

Poor me the Israelite aah

Shirt them a-tear up trousers are gone

I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde

Poor me the Israelite aah

After a storm there must be a calm

They catch me in the farm you sound the alarm

Poor me the Israelite aah

Poor me the Israelite

I wonder who I'm working for

Poor me Israelite

I look a-down and out sir