Lyrics

Unique situation as she stares down the wall Monique's fascination might have been that last phone call No one could be certain, nothin's very clear So tell me Where do we go from here Brothel filled by men of the cloth The man of the cloth was suddenly offed The child who's dreams were the terrorists screams Remarked to his mom as he clean the carbine Look in the eye of murder that night The calm politician knows more than I So where do we go from here Where do we go from here One thing is clear Nothin's sacred anymore Alone in the cell are the tears of a boy Who could be a man if he knew what one was An' you ask yourself for a chance to make good An' ask directions to where good used to be So tell me Where do we go from here Where do we go from here One thing is clear Nothin's sacred anymore One thing is clear Nothin's sacred anymore