I'll let you cash out, then cut and run.'
And be sent across the Jordanian line,
Past Sephardics who gloat: 'Now yours is mine.'
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But ain't that the truth when robbing some land:
You can't pick it up, so you get owners canned.
The trick's always been how Zions will get,
The Pals to their day of the accompli fait.
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And that's what I mean 'bout Iz's true smarts,
Not being bombs or the soldier's black arts,
But playing all sides against the middle,
And playing the States like one big fiddle.
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