Bombs go off in London,
Stirring panics rhythmic creep
The city turns it's shoulders,
Smooths the cracks and tries to sleep

Split the Gulf sky red
As the oil fields start to blow
And weep a heavy storm of, black black rain
Onto the earth below

And the millions cried, "Sweet Mary!"
A million more cried tears of shame
When they saw what they had done in the name of all of their hopes and fears,
When they realised what they became

In hidden Eastern passes,
That defenders will not yield
To a soldier from the Edgeware Road,
Come to burn the poppy-fields

And the millions cried, "Sweet Mary!"
Million more cried tears of shame
When they saw what they had done in the name of all of their hopes and fears,
When they realised what they became

Behold a pale rider
A New World partisan
20 years still with the desert dust
Slipping slowly through his hands

And from the water margins,
To Death Row Guantanamo,
You can hear that King's Cross countdown
As the detonators blow

And the millions cried, "Sweet Mary!"
Million more cried tears of shame
When they saw what they had done in the name of all their hopes and fears,
When they realised what they became

Behold a pale rider
A New World partisan
20 years still with the desert dust
Slipping slowly through his hands