Holy war Genocide Suicide Hate and cruelty How can this be holy If I had a heart I'd cry These ancient tales The good go to heaven And the wicked ones burn in hell Ring the funeral bells If I had a heart I'd cry There's just too many people now Too little land Much too much desire You feel so feeble now It's so out of hand Big bombs and barbed wire We've set our lovely sky Our lovely sky On fire There's just too many people now And too little land Too much rage and desire It makes you feel so feeble now It's so out of hand Big bombs and barbed wire Can't you see Our destiny We are making this Earth Our funeral pyre Holy Earth How can we heal you We cover you like a blight Strange birds of appetite If I had a heart I'd cry If I had a heart I'd cry If I had a heart I'd cry