Brother will kill brother Spilling blood across the land Killing for religion Something I don′t understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea And come to foreign lands Ask the sheep, for their beliefs Do you kill on God′s command?
A country that′s divided Surely will not stand My past erased, no more disgrace No foolish naive stand
The end is near, it′s crystal clear Part of the master plan Don′t look now to Israel It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the Know it all scholar Down in my seat of judgement Gavel′s bang, uphold the law Up on my soapbox, a leader Out to change the world Down in my pulpit as the holier Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
If my man was fighting Some unholy war I would be behind him Straight shook up beside him With strength he didn′t know It′s you I′m fighting for He can′t lose with me in tow I refuse to let him go At his side and drunk on pride We wait for the blow
We put it in writing But who you writing for Just us on kitchen floor Justice done, Reciting my stomach standing still Like you′re reading my will He still stands in spite of what his scars say I′ll battle till this bitter finale Just me, my dignity and this guitar case
Yes my man is fighting some unholy war And I will stand beside you Who you fighting for B - I would have died too I′d of liked to If my man was fighting Some unholy war If my man was fighting
Death hue falling on the faces of the streets lost children as the mortar fire broken in Nights cold, slipping through the cracks breaking through the cracks of crumbling plaster. Hunger gnaws, I can feel it claws but the pain of a bullet would burn much hotter in the spot like, mounted on the cannon of the tank the prowls.
Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see.
Nameless, but I no the faces of the kids I sleep in Jezebels lair with Thoughtless breaking my bread tween the mine fields flowers and gullies with daises. Some times I can find some rations that a solider let fall when the wind or life left him. Some times I can find a gun on a pistol or a knife to use.
Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see. My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, my families gone, in my gods name, Holy Wars.
Nameless, faceless, but a tear or a dollar won′t buy my justice. Pearless clothed less then a war torn child should sleep or focus. Once I watched as a cannon slot fell through the stained glass window of a church on my street, once I sat on a steeple now laying in the church yards playground.
Holy war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see. My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, my families gone, in my gods name, Holy Wars.