Oh where are the young men? Men of destiny Only intervention can really set you free
How can we put our faith In the United Nations? When there's always someone With ink on their fingers
The gospels and swan-songs The sick and the destroyed Drowned out, below inside Satan's disguise Please God do your work, make it swift and secure Sometimes justice can be sweet and so pure
All the naive politicking Hang your heads in shame Your guilt is paralysing From the colonial age
Sanctions and speeches Melt like snow in your hands One man's freedom fighter is another dictatorship
The gospels and swan-songs The sick and the destroyed Drowned out, below inside Satan's disguise Please God do your work, make it swift and secure Sometimes justice can be sweet and so pure