i can hear a Jericho Trumpet but the sky's perfectly clear whether it's real or recollection it's like i'm stranded on a pier watching waves of emigration being rewound off the beach while the long road to unconsciousness ebbs out at my heels now i'm walking the halls of Charles de Gaulle with a fresh minted boarding pa** i got a date with Ben Gurion standing in a subway feeling like i've overstayed waiting with a sack for the Amtrak and a ticket out of JFK and when they came for him i didn't do anything and when they came for her i didn't do nothing and when they came for him i didn't say a thing and when they came for her still not a word you see that barren blue under the engines there ain't a fish left in the Levantine sea there ain't a dolphin torch in all the West Bank's flanks now they're lit by electricity the wise man knows that all things flow through tubes to their destination through the sewers of Athens and the odd BUK missile and the Underground's tube stations i never knew the lure of monsters i've never been one for crusades but now i hear a Jericho Trumpet you can't be sure you're doing much more than playing for some rumoured stakes so when the pilgrims become bandits on their transits well it's time to make your get away and when they came for him i didn't do anything and when they came for her i didn't do nothing and when they came for him i didn't say a thing and when they came for her still not a word now the red top rags are all flying black flags the lowlifes are making gains you'd be thinking they were staff writers the gulls in Crete are sharpening their beaks seamstresses sew in hell a tailored cut, a perfect fit a skull grinding it's teeth on each lapel and when they came for him i didn't do anything and when they came for her i didn't do nothing and when they came for him i didn't say a thing and when they came for her still not a word.