| Now it’s come to this
|
| It’s like we’re back in the Dark Ages
|
| From the Middle East to the Middle West
|
| It’s a world of superstition
|
| Now it’s come to this
|
| Wide-eyed armies of the faithful
|
| From the Middle East to the Middle West
|
| Pray, and pass the ammunition
|
| So many people think that way
|
| You going to watch what you say
|
| To them and them, and others too
|
| Who don’t seem to see to things the way you do
|
| We can only grow the way the wind blows
|
| On a bare and weathered shore
|
| We can only bow to the here and now
|
| In our elemental war
|
| We can only go the way the wind blows
|
| We can only bow to the here and now
|
| Or be broken down blow by blow
|
| Now it’s come to this
|
| Hollow speeches of mass deception
|
| From the Middle East to the Middle West
|
| Like crusaders in a holy alliance
|
| Now it’s come to this
|
| Like we’re back in the dark ages
|
| From the Middle East to the Middle West
|
| It’s a plague that resists all science
|
| It seems to leave them partly blind
|
| And they leave no child behind
|
| While evil spirits haunt their sleep
|
| While shepherds bless and count their sheep
|
| Like the solitary pine
|
| On a bare wind blasted shore
|
| We can only grow the way the wind blows
|
| In our elemental war |