There lived once a man in the land of Uz Whose name was Job And he was blameless and upright He feared God and shunned evil And seven sons were born to him And three daughters And his flocks came to seven thousand sheep Three thousand camels Five hundred yokes of cattle Five hundred she-asses And a great abundance of slaves And that man was greater than all the dwellers of the east One day, The Sons of God came to stand in attendance before The Lord And The Satan, too, came among them And The Lord said to The Satan Have you paid heed to my servant Job? Surely there is no one quite as righteous anywhere as he How he fears The Lord and sings My praises daily merrily! Spotless as a lamb, no blemish has besmirched his goodly face Certainly, there lives no man a finer product of my grace Oh please, how can a man complain to Thee Who's not begot disgrace? Can life be strife with pleasantry? Take all a righteous man has And a wrathful one shall curse Thee to Thy face So we shall see!

Whichever way I fly is Hell For I myself am Hell And in the deepest well you'll find Always a deeper well A Boy takes stock of all he's got Wise Men, all we've destroyed Join me in The House of Mourning And run run run run run from The House of Joy I rip my garments every day Drape veils over my mirrors I have no cushions on my chairs It's been that way for years There's always more to mourn, my boy And Joy still to avoid Join me in The House of Mourning And run run run run run from The House of Joy Your father mourned his father You must mourn your father, too From the seat where he once sat When he once sat with you The suffering of Man shall be The destiny of Boy Join me in The House of Mourning And run run run run run Run run run run run from The House of Joy