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Ooooh, the lonely boys

in their towers of faith

ooooh, the lonely boys

locked in their towers of faith

the prophet reclined

 on 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 shoulder

 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 business man 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