We've got wars in the jungle
we've got wars in the dessert
we've got wars in the kitchens
and the world keeps on turning
oil on the water
fire on the sand
there's a couple of missiles in all of us
and the world keeps on turning
I don't know why and I don't know how
I don't know
God, Where are you now?

We aim our missiles at the mothers
dig graves for their children
we've got guns for every holiday
and the world is ours for the burning
we've got bigger philosophies
we've got liberated psychologies
everybody's everything
and the world os our for the burning

I don't know why and I don't know how
I don't knoe
God, Where are you now?