Oh
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
It feels so feeble now
It's so out of hand
Big bombs and barbed wire
We set our lovely sky, our lovely sky on fire
There's just too many people now 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're making this earth
our funeral pyre
Holy earth,
how can we heal you?
We cover you like a blight
Strange birds of appetite
If I had a heart, I'd cry
If I had a heart, I'd cry
If I had a heart,
I'd cry