Words and music by Christopher Cross and Rob Meurer



The boys find a home in a family born of hate

The girls plant desperate love

In a womb that just won't wait

Forgotten mother pushes a cart with her heart

Through a twisted fate



As walls come down and spirits rise

The business of fear never dies

The artful dodgers with their false alarms

Take from the mouths to feed the arms

Pit god against god for a piece of land

They think they hear his words but they don't understand



Like a river lost on its way to the sea

Where is humanity

I know that nothing will change

'Til it changes in me

'Til it changes in you



There's a plague upon the body

A plague upon the mind

While the bridge is burning are we deaf dumb and blind

>From the fallen forest to the poison bay

The world is turning

Turning out that way



Fe fi fo fum

I smell the blood of an Englishman

Fe fi fo fum

I smell the blood of an Irishman

I smell the blood of an African

I smell the blood of Americans

I smell the blood of a Chinaman

I smell the blood of an Indian

I smell the blood of Rumanians

I smell the blood of a Latin American

I smell the blood of a million sons

I smell the blood of everyone