From Bethlehem To Jenin

Black Coats and Bandages (2004)

Like a swan who's lover has been shot in the chest
and is lying down broken 
and lifeless, 
speaking the last words 
of a life decayed. 
Counting down numbers 
of a life betrayed. 

And all of the people 
are gathered around 
to listen to the beautiful 
sounds coming out 
of the bodies swinging 
in the coolest breeze. 
Nodding in time 
to the sweet serenade.

Send in your bulldozers 
to knock the buildings down. 
Drop your smartest bombs 
from the highest clouds. 

From Bethlehem to Jenin 
this sound is so obscene. 
From New York to Dublin 
they're swinging in the wind. 

There is no blessed saviour there is no blessed sin there is only the sounds of bodies as they are swinging in the wind. The smell of 3 day death down each deserted street as the dogs pick their way between the bodies in defeat.
They're swingin