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lyrics
The Golem of Brooklyn Theme Song
The Golem wakes, closes fists, folds a face. Opposing
armies’ soldiers shake. All retreat, no escape.
Opens space in front lines, unwinds, chokes, and breaks,
any troop of fools who are stupid enough to roam his way
Bastard child of Superman and Frankenstein’s creature,
sanctified slang, out a gray-and-white speaker,
Created by the ether, super ugly, and horrific.
Covered in the sanctified dust of deliverance.
HOOK (x2)
The Golem kept ya safe, Babylonia to Poland.
The Golem’s been the same since the moment it was molded.
The Golem smelled hate. The Golem left it broken.
World stays world. The Golem stays The Golem.
Learned a language soaked in acid, hurling paving stones at fascists,
perfect shade of broken tablets, juggled tanks just for the practice.
Snapped gestapo into pretzel pieces, bent them screaming backwards,
Built homes of shattered bones, Nazis’ bleeding for the lacquer.
Automatics beat and battered it crumbled instead of captured.
The Golem’s spirit left its body a humble cadaver.
heard a Golem’s in the wings, waiting for a waking life,
breaking night, studying English with Larry David’s wife.
HOOK x2
Wise men stand at its forehead, awe, dread,
and nausea gnawing at their calm breath.
The martyrs long dead, this is the final straw
rising tall from the riverbanks in soft reds.
Drawn breath, The Golem blinked at his makers,
who shuddered at his movement, and didn’t seem any safer
til its slow tongue slung Yiddish in their direction.
If they didn’t need it, they wouldn’t have given it their blessings.
But the people were dying and starving for something better,
So the Golem is as precious and haunting as sunken treasure.
“WHERE IS CRISIS,” The Golem asked, and sprinted toward it.
Didn’t even give a threat the privilege of caution.
The Golem’s makers watched it rip necks from shoulders,
and questioned whether revenge was worth the deaths-headed omens
they ignored in desperation for survival and peace,
waited to erase The Golem til their oppressors blood dried in the streets…
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