When I looked through the window
I saw things I couldn't believe
People running over each other
No one cares about the other
Everyone's got a machine gunF

I changed my mind I couldn't watch this
I change my mind and I changed the channel
and I changed the channel on my TV set

Hot suni, a desert caravan,
grey camels move across yellow sand with a few ghosts,
Bedouins dressed in white, dressed in black,
red stains, not happy, they're like very tired
They're driven out of their home, starving,
begging for salvation, looking to the motionless
Heavens, but there's just a roaring
bomber bringing more of the same