Big Country - Hostage Speaks - Stuart Adamson lyrics

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