The Hostage Speaks - Big Country

The desert dust was rising

From a military convoy

As it ran into the city

With a cargo of despair

It waved away the roadblocks

As it dodged among the car bombs

For the cameras of the tourists

In the foxhole inn

In the shadows of the ghetto

There’s a man beneath a blanket

Being kicked into the basement

With his hands behind his head

They read him his confession

He agrees in his confusion

Then he asks for absolution

From the cameraman

There is no love in the voice of the diplomat

He’s running around in circles

There is no fear in the word of the journalist

He’s seen it all before

I’ve had enough of holy men and holy wars

I wish that I was far away from here… away…away

Well, I’ve had enough of holy men and holy wars

I wish that I was far away from here… away… away

We hear you have a story

Said the fearless freedom fighter

About jet fighters and missiles

And the way the east was won

In the street the flags are burning

For the women veiled and howling

And the schoolboys fire machine guns

For the man from CNN

There is no love in the voice of the diplomat

He’s running around in circles

There is no fear in the word of the journalist

He’s seen it all before

He’s had enough of holy men and holy wars

I wish that I was far away from here… away… away

Well I’ve had enough of holy men and holy wars

I wish that I was far away from here… away… away

On a runway west of Berlin

There’s a general and a contract

For the network man’s exclusive

And the sponsors campaign plan

In the headlights of the limo

There’s a smiling politician

For once they lock you up

They never really set you free

I’ve had enough of holy men and holy wars

I wish that I was far away from here… away… away

And I’ve had enough of holy men and holy wars

I wish that I was far away from here… away… away… away