Una Palabra Tuya

You’ve got a powerful voice and seven arms
Making you a sweater is quite a task
If you’ve got the looks, I’ve got the likeness
Where have you hidden the Ark of the Covenant?
The one who makes the laws makes the loopholes
Even if he writes them on a couple of tablets
You are who you are; I’m who I am today
I see you on the street, if you come, I’ll be on my way
Bread and fish on the mountain
One word from you and you won’t walk in my house unscathed
Trying to copy my golden calf
You think, poor fool, that you can do it all?
It’s been a while since you died and you’re not coming back
You see, Yahweh, the wound was pretty deep
Bread and fish on the mountain
One word from you and you won’t walk in my house unscathed.