Song Of Babylon

How long must we wait? 
Will this be the fate of a familiar past? 
When from these hills 
Come the deafening shrills of peace at last 

And he said, son you're gonna burn 
You're gonna get what you deserve 
I don't think we've struck a nerve 
What will it take for us to learn? 

Your hands are like dust 
As they betray the trust of everyone 
And they all wave goodbye 
As they light up the sky each and every one 

This is a call to everyone 
To sing the song of Babylon