Hostage Speaks - Stuart Adamson Lyrics - No Place Like Home - Big Country

The desert dust was rising from a military convoy 

As it ran into the city with a cargo of despair 

It waved away the roadblocks, as it dodged among the car bombs 

For the cameras of the tourists in the foxhole inn 

In the shadows of the ghetto there's a man beneath a blanket 

Being kicked into the basement with his hands behind his head 

They read him his confession, he agrees in his confusion 

Then he asks for absolution from the cameraman 

There is no love in the voice of the diplomat 

He's running around in circles 

There is no fear in the word of the journalist 

He's seen it all before 

I've had enough of holy men and holy wars 

I wish that I was far away from here... away... away 

Well I've had enough of holy men and holy wars 

I wish that I was far away from here... away... away 

We hear you have a story said the fearless freedom fighter 

About jet fighters and missiles and the way the east was won 

In the street the flags are burning for the women veiled and howling 

And the schoolboys fire machine guns for the man from CNN 

There is no love in the voice of the diplomat 

He's running around in circles 

There is no fear in the word of the journalist 

He's seen it all before 

He's had enough of holy men and holy wars 

I wish that I was far away from here... away... away 

Well I've had enough of holy men and holy wars 

I wish that I was far away from here... away... away 

On a runway west of Berlin there's a general and a contract 

For the network man's exclusive and the sponsors campaign plan 

In the headlights of the limo there's a smiling politician 

For once they lock you up they never really set you free 

I've had enough of holy men and holy wars 

I wish that I was far away from here... away... away 

And I've had enough of holy men and holy wars 

I wish that I was far away from here... away... away... away