Swear by the olive in the God-kissed land There is no sugar in the promised land Why must the bars turn neon now When, Love, I'm already drunk? The hour's come to redeem the pledge Clearly, these men were here only to destroy A mosque now the dust of a prejudiced land ♪ When will the Doomsayers die, bitten with envy? When springtime returns? ♪ The hour's come to redeem the pledge