Stoned in Kabul Songtext
von David Bridie

is that your god smacking heads on trade routes
Smacking heads on Persian ground
dervishes come swirling in,
swirling round and round

Hollow men are hiding
mongst the rubble parks & caves
the Red Cross issue fits and tin foil
in a blue smoke haze
there′s no light, no sun, no trees, but then

this is how it feels
just like you're Stoned

Enter inside your neighbours mind
And suffer him to know your self
When Kustom conflicts with trucks and guns and mules with holiness


there′s no light
no sound
no trees within

this is how it feels
just like you're Stoned in Kabul
just like you're Stoned in Kabul
just like you′re Stoned in Kabul
just like you′re Stoned in Kabul

the cold bleak winds
you go high in your hole
the winter
this is how it feels
this is how it feels
just like you're Stoned in Kabul
just like you′re Stoned in Kabul
just like you're Stoned in Kabul
just like you′re Stoned in Kabul
just like you're Stoned in Kabul