Ooooh, the lonely boys
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In their towers of faith
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Ooooh, the lonely boys
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Locked in their towers of faith
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The prophet reclined
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On the Golan Heights
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Ohhh, the lonely boys
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He said, this land is my land
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To the Shiites
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Ooooh, the lonely boys
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And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath
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He said, I see you, you thief
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This land is my land
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And this sand is my sand
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And this band is my band
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Oh the lonely boys
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Lookin' over their shoulder
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Checkin out every boulder in the park
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Where the gates are closed from hate
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After dark
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And the Pope rolled up in his armored van
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He fell on his knees and kissed the land
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He said something that I did not understand
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It was in polish
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Then up stepped an aide
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He said, I will translate
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Here is what His Holiness said:
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'I am the Chief Jesuit.'
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'This land is Jesus' land.'
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'And that is all'
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'All that there is to it.'
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Hail Mary
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Mother of God
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And in New York City
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The business man in his mohair suit
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In the world trade center
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Puffs on his cheroot
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And he said,
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Well I don't care who owns the desert sands
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My brief
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Is with the hydrocarbons underneath
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And the sea of battle rages
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Around the ancient tombs
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And mother nature licks her wounds
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And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
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Who are nervous in the park
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When the gates are closed after dark
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Ooooh, the lonely boys
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In their towers of faith
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Ooooh, the lonely boys
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Locked in their towers of faith
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Towers Of Faith
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| Roger Waters |
