作词 : Cross, Meurer
The boys find a home in a family born of hate 
The girls plant desperate love 
In a womb that just won't wait 
Forgotten mother pushes a cart with her heart 
Through a twisted fate 
As walls come down and spirits rise 
The business of fear never dies 
The artful dodgers with their false alarms 
Take from the mouths to feed the arms 
Pit god against god for a piece of land 
They think they hear his words but they don't understand 
Like a river lost on its way to the sea 
Where is humanity 
I know that nothing will change '
Til it changes in me '
Til it changes in you 
There's a plague upon the body 
A plague upon the mind 
While the bridge is burning are we deaf dumb and blind >
From the fallen forest to the poison bay 
The world is turning 
Turning out that way 
Fe fi fo fum 
I smell the blood of an 
Englishman 
Fe fi fo fum 
I smell the blood of an 
Irishman I smell the blood of an 
African I smell the blood of 
Americans 
I smell the blood of a 
Chinaman I smell the blood of an 
Indian I smell the blood of 
Rumanians 
I smell the blood of a 
Latin American 
I smell the blood of a million sons 
I smell the blood of everyone