Long dinner with some friendsnWay out way out in PortmorenServants of he pharaoh nSlip in through the open doornAll businessnBearing knives and zip-gunsnSo get on the floor now every last onenEvery last onennThe heat drifts across the landnIf I forget Israel nLet me forget my right handnnAnd on the floor Michael James WilliamsnFeels his fingers start to freezenAnd the whole scene�s like a movienParamedics on their kneesnnTry try your whole lifenTo be righteous and be goodnWind up on your own floornChoking on bloodnnThe heat drifts across the landnIf I forget you IsraelnLet me forget my right handnnAnd the house still smells like onionsnWhen the ambulance arrivesnGabriel in postal bluenLoads up the car and drives to Spanish townnAbout three miles away nWhere will the wicked run to on that last day?nnThe heat drifts across the landnIf I forget you IsraelnLet me forget my right handn