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 hear to stay Jesus son of Mary is born again today
