Desert Rain - House Of Lords

«In the Battle of Iraq

The United States and our allies…

…have prevailed»

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 we’re all to blame

And nothing will remain

Unless we rise up

To stop this desert rain

Desert rain

To the fat cats behind the wheel

Nothing is taboo

As they 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 we’re all to blame

And nothing will remain

Unless we rise up

To stop this desert rain

Desert rain

Oh, 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 we’re all to blame

And nothing will remain

Unless we rise up

To stop this desert rain

This desert rain, this desert rain

This desert rain, this desert rain

And we’re all to blame

And nothing will remain

Unless we rise up

To stop this desert rain

Desert rain