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