Holy war, genocide, suicide
Hate and cruelty
How can this be holy?
If I had a heart I'd cry
These ancient tales
The good go to heaven
And the wicked ones burn in hell
Ring the funeral bells
If I had a heart I'd cry
There's just too many people now, too little land
Much, too much desire
You feel so feeble now, it's so out of hand
Big bombs and barbed wire
We've set our lovely sky, our lovely sky on fire
There's just too many people now and too little land
Too much rage and desire
Makes you feel so feeble now, it's so out of hand
Big bombs and barbed wire
Can't you see our destiny?
We are making this earth our funeral pyre
Holy earth, how can we heal you?
Cover you like a blight
Strange birds of appetite
If I had a heart I'd cry