Interpret:

Roger Waters

Album:

Flickering Flame: The Solo Years Volume 1

Ooooh, the lonely boys
 In their towers of faith
 Ooooh, the lonely boys
 Locked in their towers of faith


The prophet reclined
 On the Golan Heights


Ohhh, the lonely boys


He said, this land is my land
 To the Shiites


Ooooh, the lonely boys


And 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
 Lookin' over their shoulder
 Checkin out every boulder in the park
 Where the gates are closed from hate
 After dark


And the Pope rolled up in his armored van
 He fell on his knees and kissed the land
 He said something that I did not understand
 It was in polish
 Then up stepped an aide
 He said, I will translate
 Here is what His Holiness said:
 'I am the Chief Jesuit.'
 'This land is Jesus' land.'
 'And that is all'
 'All that there is to it.'
 Hail Mary
 Mother of God


And in New York City
 The business man in his mohair suit
 In the world trade center
 Puffs on his cheroot
 And he said,
 Well I don't care who owns the desert sands
 My brief
 Is with the hydrocarbons underneath
 And the sea of battle rages
 Around the ancient tombs
 And mother nature licks her wounds
 And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
 Who are nervous in the park
 When the gates are closed after dark
 Ooooh, the lonely boys
 In their towers of faith
 Ooooh, the lonely boys
 Locked in their towers of faith