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 And, later on, we'll all be dancing Screaming from the minarets Yes, indeed, and making faces Rain on the ground in a space, God has grown Alone 'til a man, looking gla** in his hand He is holding up to you What you see, what you see, what you see What you see is human What you see, what you see, what you see What you see is human What you see, what you see, what you see What you see is human, yeah Screaming from the minarets