How long must we wait? Will this be the fate of a familiar past? When from these hills Come the deafening shrills of peace at last And he said "Son, you're gonna burn You're gonna get what you deserve" I don't think we've struck a nerve What will it take for us to learn Your hands are like dust As they betray the trust of everyone And they all wave goodbye As they light up the sky each and every one And he said "Son, you're gonna burn You're gonna get what you deserve" I don't think we've struck a nerve What will it take for us to learn This is a call to everyone To sing the song of Babylon How long must we wait? Will this be the fate of a familiar past? When from these hills Come the deafening shrills And he said "Son, you're gonna burn You're gonna get what you deserve" I don't think we've struck a nerve What will it take for us to learn And he said "Son, you're gonna burn You're gonna get what you deserve" I don't think we've struck a nerve What will it take for us to learn