It's like we're back in the Dark Ages
From the Middle East to the Middle West
It's a world of superstition
Wide-eyed armies of the faithful
From the Middle East to the Middle West
Pray, and pass the ammunition
So many people think that way
You gotta watch what you say
Oh, to them and them and others too
Who don't seem to see things the way you do
We can only grow the way the wind blows
On a bare and weathered shore
We can only bow to the here and now
We can only go the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow
Hollow speeches of mass deception
From the Middle East to the Middle West
Like crusaders in unholy alliance
Like we're back in the Dark Ages
From the Middle East to the Middle West
It's a plague that resists all science
It seems to leave them partly blind
And they leave no child behind
While evil spirits haunt their sleep
While shepherds bless and count their sheep
We can only grow the way the wind blows
On a bare and weathered shore
We can only bow to the here and now
We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow
We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow
We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow
On a bare, wind blasted shore
We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow