Lyrics to TOWERS OF FAITH
Ooh...the lonely boys
In Their towers of faith
Ohhh...the lonely boys
Locked in their towers if faith
The Prophet reclined on the Golan Heights
He said "This land is my land" to the Shi-ites
Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee
Beneath
He said- I see you, you thief!
This land is my land
And this sand is my sand
And this band is my band
Oh the lonely boys
Looking over thier shoulder
Checking out every boulder in the park
When the gates have closed after dark
Then the pope rolled up in his armoured van
He fell on his knees and kissed the land
He said something that I did not understand
I was in Polish
Then up stepped and aide
He said I will translase
Heres what his holiness said:
I am the cheif Jesuit,
This land is Jesus' land
And that is all
All there is too it, yeah
Ans in New York City
The business man in his Mohair suit
In the WORLD TRADE CENTER
Puffs on his cheroot
And he says
I dont care who owns the desert sands
My brief
Is with the hydro-carbons underneath
And the sea of battle rages around
The ancient tombs
And mother nature licks her wounds
And the lonely boys
Locked in thier towers of faith
Walk nervous in the park
When the gates are closed after dark....
In Their towers of faith
Ohhh...the lonely boys
Locked in their towers if faith
The Prophet reclined on the Golan Heights
He said "This land is my land" to the Shi-ites
Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee
Beneath
He said- I see you, you thief!
This land is my land
And this sand is my sand
And this band is my band
Oh the lonely boys
Looking over thier shoulder
Checking out every boulder in the park
When the gates have closed after dark
Then the pope rolled up in his armoured van
He fell on his knees and kissed the land
He said something that I did not understand
I was in Polish
Then up stepped and aide
He said I will translase
Heres what his holiness said:
I am the cheif Jesuit,
This land is Jesus' land
And that is all
All there is too it, yeah
Ans in New York City
The business man in his Mohair suit
In the WORLD TRADE CENTER
Puffs on his cheroot
And he says
I dont care who owns the desert sands
My brief
Is with the hydro-carbons underneath
And the sea of battle rages around
The ancient tombs
And mother nature licks her wounds
And the lonely boys
Locked in thier towers of faith
Walk nervous in the park
When the gates are closed after dark....
Songwriters: WATERS, ROGER
Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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