When the hostilities had ceased
everyone still had their wounds
Nursing them in silence
They passed by burning buildings
where scholars wrote the books
Looking on in interest
they set upon a weeping crowd
Felt sorry for their loss
Distant eyes
on the man on the cross
The man on the cross
wore a silly grin
He wasn't guilty of any sin.

(CHORUS)

Don't they understand
waging war in the holy land
Don't they understand
He'll knock them down
with the palm of his hand.

The crowd had gathered
the meaning of his looks
Looking on in silence
Set up new religions
to rationalise their fates
Crucified the voyeur
They grew to hate his pleasure
as he watched their holy rites
Sick of selling pardons
No longer nervous
the crowd was alone
The man on the cross
let out a groan.

(CHORUS) x 2