New martyrs swinging in the wind

The dead eyes searching for messiahs in the stars

The bodies carrying the scars

Of no confession, no concession

No sympathy

The laughter from the front row buzzing loudly now in bars

Over chicken in a basket

In the darkest corners of the central station

Passing round the spirit that drove Rommel to his desert hole Smashed diamonds, stripped the gold

From hidden cities in Brazil

And killed the savage in the name of Mary

Burn the witch

Whip (whip) the bitch who shows her ankles on the Sabbath Bring the kids, aged one to sixty-three, the family treat

Maybe there will be a vision of messiahs in the stars

Now all confess and make a wish

The priest is passing round the dish

Our lady's selling tissues for the tears

For all the years of blessed rape

In the name of our sweet lord

Our lady's selling tissues for the tears

For all the years of blessed rape

In the name of our sweet lord

Our lady's selling tissues for the tears

For all the years of blessed rape

In the name of our sweet lord

Our lady's selling tissues for the tears

For all the years of blessed rape

In the name of our sweet lord

Ave Maria

Ave Maria