The Terror Tree

When the lights are low
Tell me what you see
Does the truth burn behind
Your glamorous scene?

You've got the retail channel on
You've got the news to soothe and reassure
Armchair religion
Only leaves us wanting more

Does all the terror get you down?
Do you hear about it every day?
They get blown up with dynamite
But they still won't go away

And who do you defend?
And who do you despise?
And who will lose their only child
Caught in your unfriendly fire?

Crawl back under the wing of safe company
Home is where you never thought that you'd be

In a dark hall in Islamabad
They're showing the first on-screen kiss
Only tones of flesh in the shadows
All inner worlds live in lust
So help us
Oh God help us!

Climb up under the sacred canopy
Home is where you never thought that you'd be

Adopt the pose, and the faces turn inward
While the lights go out for Tom Edison
Come on out, we've got the place surrounded