``... Borders soft with refugees Streets a»
swimming with amputees It's a Bible or a bullet they put over your heart It's getting harder and harder to tell them apart
Days are nights and the nights are long Beating hearts blossom into walking bombs And those still looking in the clear blue sky for a sign Get missiles from so high they might as well be divine Now the wolves are howling at our door Singing bout vengeance like it's the joy of the Lord Bringing justice to the
enemies not the other way round They're guilty when killed and they're killed where they're found If what's loosed on earth will be loosed up on high It's a Hell of a Heaven we must go to when we die...»