| Lyrics: | 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.
Politician's argue sharpening their knives.
Drawing up their bargains, trading baby
lives.
Chorus
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 is born again today.
Chorus
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 |
