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 t

hat 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 Jim 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