The rock is made of diamond, the rivers wash with gold
 The sun beats down in rhythm, pounding on our reason
 Pounding on our reason, ringing in our skulls
 Sometimes this land looks empty – it plays so many tricks on you
 The soil of dried blood-sown with seed of people
 [bad word] with armies that grow out of the earth
 They flow down from the mountains, sring out of the ground
 The shacks they all have numbers
 The dirt [bad word] in straight lines
 Vanity and uselessness, the minds of prison guards
 Praying on a Sunday, dressed up in our finest
 Any god is [bad word] – any god that [bad word]  To give back what was taken, take back what was given
 Blood and death and sacrifice, the curse of wasting plagne
 And all the beauty tainted and east of Eden cast

 Children walking bare foot in the golden dust
 Boys with blinding eyes, perfect skin and bible names
 Machetes and AKs, perfect skin and bible names
 Machetes and AKs, perfect skin and bible names
 Take back what was taken, take back what was taken
 Take back what was taken, machetes and Aks

 All the waiting, all the walking all the miles
 All the working in the fields and in the mines
 In the orchards of [bad word]  Bring us cure, bring us deliverance from evil
 From the sins of all the fathers
 Bring us water, bring us vengeance, bring us power
 Catch a sound in the dead of the nihgt
 The clicked triggers of security lights
 By the pool where the shadows stir..silent, silent
 Through the scented garden moving in
 By the waving of the skeleton trees..closer and closer
 and through the doors and through the walls and…