Santa Maria
Choose your children
Santa Maria
Virgin child
All our wars
Over you we are fighting
And all our time
Faith justifying
Brother caged
Babylon will fall
Sister chained and bound
Beaten and bleeding
The TV's on
To me this explains it
Wearing a tie
Like Daddy speaks it
Screaming from the minarets
And, later on, we'll all be dancing
Screaming from the minarets
Yes, indeed, and making faces
Rain on the ground in a space, God has grown
Alone 'til a man, looking glass in his hand
He is holding up to you
What you see, what you see, what you see
What you see is human
What you see, what you see, what you see
What you see is human
What you see, what you see, what you see
What you see is human, yeah
Screaming from the minarets
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