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

Words : Hennicke
Music : Baldwin

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