
Were your hand-me-down green dungarees too far from being cool?
When a black sheep feels alone and weak, she follows like a mule
Hunger tempered by an apple, she’s soon guzzling the gruel
And as she tastes the bitter sweetness of acceptability
She looses the instinct of a hunter born to all humanity
She joins the masses in a blind embrace of consumer piety
Her spirit plunges from pure radiance to common bourgeoisie
La di da sang the angel Sophia
At the gates of the marketplace her clear voice did rise
How long will it take for the greedy man to satiate?
How long for fools to open up their eyes?
She hones her fashion fancies round a model from Quebec
Ditches her purity and innocence, as she mutters what the heck
Then bursts with pride, a pat upon the back with her very first pay cheque
Now her castle’s built from credit cards, and it’s Russian roulette
Did she ever think that four wheel drive would bring her happiness?
Did she think she might survive without that Jasper Conran dress?
Another holiday in St Trope, another marker of success
How lucky that the poor man has nothing to confess
Chorus
La di da di fa li die di day
You don’t have to cross your fingers and wish the lie away
Let wisdom be the hero you obey
La di da di fa li die di day
Our food is hand picked daily from the supermarket shelf
Vegetables in chemicals will never bring us better health
We’ve lost consideration for our land, we just think of our self
And our lives are just spent striving for economic wealth
And now it’s 2008 and we have to draw the line
The angels are gathering in the sky and they’re messing with my mind
I going to dig out those green dungarees with no thought for the design
And start cleaning up this awful mess in the glorious sunshine
Chorus
Sophia does not restrict her teaching to a temple, religious group, or to the intellectual or priestly/rabbinic class. Her teaching occurs in the street, at the city gate and marketplace, where politics and commerce take place, where integrity and wisdom are most needed to insure justice and the future well-being of the people:
Wisdom cries aloud in the street;
In the markets she raises her voice;
On the top of the walls she cries out;
At the entrance of the city gates she speaks.
"How long, O simple ones, will you love being simple?
How long will scoffers delight in their scoffing
And fools hate knowledge?
--Sophia, Proverbs