In the city
In the dead of the night
The King sits on His throne
And he moves around the pieces
And he makes the facts his own

In the desert
A million miles away
A boy looks to the sky
And he sees the night exploding
And the tears come to his eyes

And he wonders:
What do they want?
What do they want?

It's a desert rain
A cavalcade of flames
Fired in the name of the sacred and profane
And were all to blame
And nothing will remain
Unless we rise up
To stop this desert rain

To the fat cats
Behind the wheel
Nothing is taboo
As they hunger thirst for domination
And they hunger for the crude

In the desert
In the dead of the night
The boy, he prays alone
And he wants to be a hero
So he's strapping on a bomb

And we wonder:
What do they want?
What do they
What do they want?

It's a desert rain
A cavalcade of flames
Fired in the name of the sacred and profane
And were all to blame
And nothing will remain
Unless we rise up
To stop this desert rain