True Believers

In the middle of the holding out Nobody will be dropped out Except fake gods whose faux pas Are offsetting bets Well who knows yeah who knows Which birds will be left To sing and sing and sing for me? Well who knows which birds Will be left for me? Hare came to me In the month of August Mary loves Sally the most Maybe Buddha is the true Son of God's kiss Maybe you'll never know "Woohoo," they sang As they crossed the river "Woohoo," they said As they prayed to Jesus Woohoo, the walls fell on Jericho Well, who knows? Yeah, who knows? Which birds will be left To sing and sing And sing for me? Yeah, who knows which birds Will be left for me? Well no one knows "Woohoo," they yelled When they came to Mecca Beat them as they go "Woohoo," they said As they read the Vedas Leave them, let them go Spinning Sufis on their heads Are hearing tones of wisdom Devilish women warning Men of their actions Now bring them To you and me