Like a swan who's lover has been shot in the chest and is lying down broken and lifeless, speaking the last words of a life decayed
Counting down numbers of a life betrayed
And all of the people are gathered around to listen to the beautiful sounds coming out of the bodies swinging in the coolest breeze
Nodding in time to the sweet serenade
Send in your bulldozers to knock the buildings down
Drop your smartest bombs from the highest clouds
From Bethlehem to Jenin this sound is so obscene
From New York to Dublin they're swinging in the wind
There is no blessed saviour there is no blessed sin there is only the sounds of bodies as they are swinging in the wind
The smell of 3 day death down each deserted street as the dogs pick their way between the bodies in defeat
They're swingin
