Canaan

Somehow they got hold of thunder Somehow they got told to strike Little hope leaves little wonder That those dogs will bite New blood in an old old battle New scars on an ancient stone But short memories cast long long shadows When the sun gets low Once upon a mistake in judgement Once upon a recurring crime An empty court made a empty promise Then drew a muddy line So who's in charge when a leader's chosen? Then who's to blame for the price of blood? And who's to say when the fighting's over? The tail that wags the dove What makes holy land so holy? What makes shifting sand hold still? It's the promise not to covet or to kill But eyes for eyes for ever after Only leads the blind to rapture Like echoes of the temple's fall Mothers crumbling at the wailing wall When the sky's as black as the devil's laughter And the air's as hot as an angry god If you plant your flag in your neighbor's pasture It's called a lightning rod It's just a lightning rod And now somehow they got hold of thunder And somehow they got told to strike But who's a name and who's just a number In this blinding light?"