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Ivory Madonna
Dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna
Coming from the wind
Iron is a bosom
Empty as her eyes
If a certain office
Scattered from the skies
Ivory Madonna
Sleeping on the street
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 lies
Ivory Madonna
Dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna
Coming from the wind
Iron is a bosom
Empty as her eyes
If a certain office
Doesn't know he's dead
Ancient eyes are peeping
From his infant head
Politicians argue
Sharpening their knives
Drawing up their bargains
What is that they say?
Eating, drinking, 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 wind
Ivory Madonna
Dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna
Coming from the wind
Ivory Madonna
Dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna
Coming from the wind
Ivory Madonna
Dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna
Coming from the wind
Ivory Madonna
Dying in the dust