Food For Thought

Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust

Waiting for the manna, coming from the west

Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes

Death a certain harvest, scattered from the skies

'Skin and Bones' is creeping, doesn't know he's dead

Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head

Politicians argue, sharpening their knives

Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives

Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust

Waiting for the manna, coming from the west

Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way

Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?

Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay

Jesus Son of Mary, born again today

Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust

Waiting for the manna, coming from the west

Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust

Waiting for the manna, coming from the west