Cover you like a blight
Big bombs and barbed wire
There's just too many people now and too little land
We've set our lovely sky, our lovely sky on fire
The good go to heaven
You feel so feeble now, it's so out of hand
If I had a heart I'd cry
We are making this earth our funeral pyre
Big bombs and barbed wire

Strange birds of appetite
Can't you see our destiny?

These ancient tales

Much, too much desire
There's just too many people now, too little land
How can this be holy?
If I had a heart I'd cry
Ring the funeral bells
If I had a heart I'd cry
Too much rage and desire
If I had a heart I'd cry
Makes you feel so feeble now, it's so out of hand
If I had a heart I'd cry

Holy earth, how can we heal you?
And the wicked ones burn in hell