The Mountain Goats - September 15 1983 lyrics

Long dinner with some friends way out, way out in Portmore Servants of the pharaoh slip in through an open door All business, bearing knives and zip guns So get on the floor now, every last one, every last one The heat drifts Across the land If I forget you, Israel Let me forget my right hand And on the floor, Michael James Williams feels his fingers start to freeze And the whole scene's like a movie, paramedics on their knees Try, try your whole life to be righteous and be good Wind up on your own floor, choking on blood The heat drifts Across the land If I forget you, Israel Let me forget my right hand And the house still smells like onions when the ambulance arrives Gabriel in postal blue loads up the car and drives To Spanish town, about three miles away Where will the wicked run to on that last day, on that last day? The heat drifts Across the land If I forget you, Israel Let me forget my right hand