Santa Maria choose your children

Santa Maria virgin child

all our wars over you we are fighting

and all our time faith justifying



Brother caged Babylon will fall

Sister chained and bound, beaten and bleeding

The TV's on, to me this explains it

Wearing a tie like daddy speaks it

Screaming from the minarets



Later on we'll all be dancing

Screaming from the minarets

Yes indeed I'm making faces

Rain on the ground in a space

God has grown

Alone till a man looking glass in his hand

He is holding up to you



What you see

What you see

What you see

What you see is human

Screaming from the minarets