Baghdad Crusade Video (MV)

It's midnight at the oasis and nobody's here
The light from the night fires makes everything look scared
And a baby cries solo
Nobody hears it but me God and fear
I wake to find dreaming is all that I got
Yesterday is over it's just a bullet hole in the head
And there's no hallelujah
The Baghdad café is dead
The poets all broken their words told as lies
The savants and the storytellers as quiet as they come
This is no revolution
They painted Sinbad on a bomb
The trees of Babylon are burning
This world is turning away
From the Baghdad crusade
The weight of my genius is more than I can bear
Moved out of my mind sanctions bombs books and tears
And there's blood in my eyes
Ten tons of war today
This once ancient city as delicate as prose
Had its books burned by infidels piles of bodies on the side of roads
And my epitaph unknown
There'll be no going home
The hospitals all broken from the policies of the world
Are your prayers any stronger than the ones that we say
And my quarrelsome cry
No children were born today
The trees of Babylon are burning
And this world is turning away
From the Baghdad crusade
Walk libertine back streets no armoured cars can ride
The city of peace all broken and bled
I smell the souk rise
The Baghdad café is dead
The tortured and hunted and hopeless are freed
To go fight a war bring home bountiful greed
And they bomb us at night
For your money we bleed
They bomb us at night
For your money we bleed
The trees of Babylon are burning
And this world is turning away
From the Baghdad crusade