Those two brothers, they were the best of friends They were never seen alone, always together at school or at home Those two brothers One was very good, he earned his parents praise Everybody marveled at the way that he was raised The other had a simple streak that led him away from good He had a lot of trouble doing what he should Those two brothers No one was surprised when they were eighteen While one served his Creator, the other on the streets was seen You could find him with those brightsy lights, crying his best friends Everybody wondered what'd be like in the end Those two brothers Those two men, they never saw each other But deep at hear they still loved one another Each one living on opposite side of town One led his congregation while the other led the underground One night there was a knocking on the Rabbi's door An expensive baby carriage with a note on the floor "Please take care of my son, may he never see a gun Raise him as a good Jew, I hope he grows to be just like you My dear brother"