Holy War

Blood will run until the jobs done
One with a stone and one with a gun
Religious posturing sets the great divide
The pictures on the wall of those who died
So peacemaker don’t make me laugh
Cos victory don’t come with a white flag
The media’s looking for a new devil
Rhetoric dogma spelling good and evil
Deprived but still I will kill
Soldiers entering at their own peril
Cos sticks and stones will break some bones
And send soldiers in bodybags back home
Nobody knew or nobody cared
Cos what you don’t know makes you scared
But now you want to smother me
With your cushion of hypocrisy
You give me birth for what it’s worth
You make me big with the money you’re giving
The bureaucratic ties still lie hidden
And the struggle continues 'til the enemy’s smitten
The truth lies buried beneath the great divide
Religious posturing won’t fool the wise
But now you wanna smother me
With your cushion of hypocrisy