I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain 3

Another mother’s breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken

It’s the same old theme since 1916
In your head, in your head, they’re still fighting
With their tanks and their bombs, and their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dying

In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie
What’s in your head? In your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie

Half cow, half pigeon
You should see it roam the streets of Manhattan
The pow or cigeon, if you’d rather is an insult against God