It's a brush fire spreading, feeding as it movesnIt's a disappeared glacier; it's the airborne flunIt's your disbelieving eyes logging concrete milesnIt's your yawning conscience and your lawyer's smilenIt's an occupied country foaming at the mouthnNo smoking gun, no mushroom cloudnIt's a military mother with a boy in hellnAnd it's a flag-draped casket down an oil wellnIt's an Argentine school-girl gagged and boundnIt's a torture camp; it's a long way downnIt's the constant bracing shock of nownAnd it's the whole damn world turned inside out, alrightnIt's a march to extinction with your god in stepnIt's his name in your mouth; it's his cross on your necknIt's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirtnAnd he's panting the 'Our Father' in staccato spurtsnNow that's his automatic rifle and it tells no liesnIt's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibinBut the trouble lies on the other sidenWith an equal truth prepping for his holy nightnHe sees the crescent and the star blink in the virgin skynAnd hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlifenAnd as he eases to the checkpoint, he is calm and surenIt's collateral damage; it's the cost of warnIt's another bag of bones for the Gods to sortnIt's just another bag of bones for the Gods to sortnnWell it's a species disappearing, all the birds fly southnIn a January heatwave, in a pulsing crowdnIt's an African Militia, kids with sub-machinesnIt's a conflict diamond on your bride-to-benIt's the dispossessed lining up at every gatenIt's the facts worth facing, faced way too latenIt's the mission of modernity, go get what's yoursnTil there's nothing leftover to go get no morenAnd it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earnednAnd it's closer than we realise, and it's time now to burnnAnd oh it's time now to burnnAnd oh it's time now to burnnAnd oh it's time now to burn, to burn