The Hostage Speaks

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
Well, I've had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here... away... away

We hear you have a story
Said the fearless freedom fighter
About jet fighters and missiles
And the way the east was won
In the street the flags are burning
For the women veiled and howling
And the schoolboys fire machine guns
For the man from CNN

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
Well I've had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here... away... away

On a runway west of Berlin
There's a general and a contract
For the network man's exclusive
And the sponsors campaign plan
In the headlights of the limo
There's a smiling politician
For once they lock you up
They never really set you free

I've had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here... away... away
And I've had enough of holy men and holy wars
I wish that I was far away from here... away... away... away