Evil fills thy heart and soul
Polluting every loyal mind
Where, o shiney Toaster glow
Salvation might they find
Yit kadal va yit kadash
The Mourner's Kaddish I speak
To shed no tears of fallen love
On the gravestone of the weak
Bohemians, O Bohemians
Blessed thee may be
Yet cursed and damed
Ye speak to me
Beneath the people's feet
Condemned we have been
Damned all are
To hell to heaven to fire
Death will heed none at my time
Strive to make it harder
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