Some people say
This is what we deserve
Because of our sins against God
Because of the crimes in the world
I don’t know what to say
I’m on edge, at the breaking point
Since that day
When they sold New York
Some people say
They’ve long hated
Our women without veils
Our slaves and our gold
I don’t know what to say
I’m on edge, at the breaking point
But answer me
I won’t sue you
Did you go mad
Did you report it
That day
That day
When they sold New York.
