Somehow they got hold of thunder
Somehow they got told to strike
Little hope leaves little wonder
That those dogs will bite
New blood in an old old battle
New scars on an ancient stone
But short memories cast long long shadows
When the sun gets low
Once upon a mistake in judgement
Once upon a recurring crime
An empty court made a empty promise
Then drew a muddy line
So who's in charge when a leader's chosen?
Then who's to blame for the price of blood?
And who's to say when the fighting's over?
The tail that wags the dove
What makes holy land so holy?
What makes shifting sand hold still?
It's the promise not to covet or to kill
But eyes for eyes for ever after
Only leads the blind to rapture
Like echoes of the temple's fall
Mothers crumbling at the wailing wall
When the sky's as black as the devil's laughter
And the air's as hot as an angry god
If you plant your flag in your neighbor's pasture
It's called a lightning rod
It's just a lightning rod
And now somehow they got hold of thunder
And somehow they got told to strike
But who's a name and who's just a number
In this blinding light?"