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 shoulders
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 that 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 businessman 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