A form of justification
Ones sins transferred we hear
To the chicken its what some jews do
A ritual somI hear
On the eve of Yon Kippur
From the Halachic rules
You spin a live chicken around your head
And then kill it
As it spills its blood
Your sins are transferred
To the chicken as it dies
Seemingly a vile way
And to me its no surprise
That sinner enjoy doing this
Murder is their game
The chicken was always innocent
So in fact its the same
Old story for the angels
Die and save those who
Sin and carry out the act
That what sinners do
Kapporot they call it
Chickens have to die
So why not do this ritual
Tell yourselves the lie
Because your sins are greater
The chicken takes your place
Better to die for a good reason
For what is your own disgrace
Any flipping reason
To kill to draw the blood
Of the innocent
Cut their throat
And share their crimson blood
Sacrificial rituals
No matter who does agree
For Abusing gods own children
There is never a guarantee