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