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 and 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 hold 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
  heart
  The words that used to be scrawled on the wall are written in the
  heart