Falling to Pieces for Israel
                                                                           (to Patsy Cline's "I Fall to Pieces")

                                                                             You fall to pieces
                                                                             At just the sound of their name.
                                                                             You fall to pieces;
                                                                            Now we've wised up to their game:

                                                                             They want us to think that you work for us
                                                                             Because we wanted you;
                                                                             Went to the polls for you.
                                                                             Well we're sorry we see what you say and do:
                                                                             They say "boo," and you fall to pieces.

                                                                             You fall to pieces.
                                                                             We see what you're all about.
                                                                             You fall to pieces.
                                                                             You're only there to sell out.

                                                                             You know who puts butter upon your bread.
                                                                             You'll jump through hoops for it;
                                                                             Do loop de loops for it.
                                                                             If you get out of line just a little bit,
                                                                             They flash cash and you fall to pieces.
                                                                             They flash cash and you fall to pieces.

                                                                             David Martin

                                                                             Hear it performed by Liz Dilling.


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