Demand - Phish

You may as well keep your belly full

For the time may come when you’ll rely on the layer of fat

That separates you from the rabid dog and the common fly

To a less demanding place on your spine

I feel you shift my weight around

I squirm and roll beneath your flesh

Just like the guy you met in town

He’s yelling at the parking lot

Throwing beer cans down the stairs

Driving home to Mom and Dad

To spend a weekend with no cares

avir harim tzalul kayayin

v’reiach o-ranim

nisa b’ruach ha-arbayim im kol pa-a-monim

Uv t-ardeimat ilan va-even

sh’vuya ba-chaloma

ha-ir asher badad yoshevet

…(uv-liba choma)…

Y’rushalayim shel zahav

v’shel n’choshet v’shel or

halo l’chol shi-rayich ani kinor