In the city In the dead of the night The King sits on His throne And he moves around the pieces And he makes the facts his own
In the desert A million miles away A boy looks to the sky And he sees the night exploding And the tears come to his eyes
And he wonders: What do they want? What do they want?
It's a desert rain A cavalcade of flames Fired in the name of the sacred and profane And were all to blame And nothing will remain Unless we rise up To stop this desert rain
To the fat cats Behind the wheel Nothing is taboo As they hunger thirst for domination And they hunger for the crude
In the desert In the dead of the night The boy, he prays alone And he wants to be a hero So he's strapping on a bomb
And we wonder: What do they want? What do they What do they want?
It's a desert rain A cavalcade of flames Fired in the name of the sacred and profane And were all to blame And nothing will remain Unless we rise up To stop this desert rain
