How long must we wait?

Will this be the fate of a familiar past?

When from these hills

Come the deafening shrills of peace at last


And he said, son you're gonna burn

You're gonna get what you deserve

I don't think we've struck a nerve

What will it take for us to learn?


Your hands are like dust

As they betray the trust of everyone

And they all wave goodbye

As they light up the sky each and every one


This is a call to everyone

To sing the song of Babylon