The Hostage Speaks (Demo) - Big Country
The desert dust was rising from a military convoy
As it ran into the city with a cargo of despair
It waved away the roadblocks as it dodged among the car bombs
For the cameras of the tourists in the foxhole inn
In the shadows of the ghetto there's a man beneath a blanket
Being kicked into the basement with his hands behind his head
They read him his confession he agrees in his confusion
Then he asks for absolution from the cameraman
There is no love in the voice of the diplomat
He's running around in circles
There is no fear in the word of the journalist
He's seen it all before
I've had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here away away
I've had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here away away
What do you make farther give you sound the son
Would you buy now by in the loss second
I've had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here away away
I know you have a story said the fearless freedom fighter
About jet fighters and missiles and the way the east was won
As silent silent loose you just for forest when they talking
When they ask more a past truth that anything like them
There is no love in the voice of the diplomat
He's running around in circles
There is no fear in the word of the journalist
He's seen it all before
He's had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here away away
I've had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here away away
I've had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here away away
I've had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here away away
