Ooooh, the lonely boys In their towers of faith Ooooh, the lonely boys Locked in their towers of faith
The prophet reclined In 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.'"
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