From Bethlehem To Jenin

Like a swan who's lover
Has been shot in the chest
And is lying down broken
And lifeless
Speaking the last words
Of a life decayed
Counting down numbers
Of a life betrayed
And all of the people are gathered around
To listen to the beautiful sounds coming out
If the bodies
Swinging in the coolest breeze.
Nodding in time to the sweet serenade

Send in your bulldozers
To knock the buildings down
Drop your smartest bombs
From the highest clouds

From Bethlehem to Jenin
this sound is so obscene
From New York to Dublin
They're swinging in the wind

There is no blessed saviour
There is no blessed sin
There is only the sounds of bodies
As they are swinging in the wind
The smell of 3 day death
Down each deserted street
As the dogs pick their way
Between the bodies in defeat
They're swingin