The God forsaken rifleman stands rigid at the bar

The kids discover victims in the rubble and the tar

They're married to ambition to the slogans of the war

Slogans that used to be scrawled on the wall

Are written in the heart

A woman bows to Mecca and she struggles to her feet

It's better since the president took shooting off the street

She pictures all the poverty the cursed Holy War

The pictures that used to be scrawled on the wall

Are written in the heart

The elders make a promise and they forge it in the fire

The general's car is sabotaged, four bullets in the tire

With the burning of the words there goes the scorching of the earth

The words that used to be scrawled on the wall

Are written in the heart