Is that your god smacking heads on trade routes Smacking heads on Persian ground Dervishes come swirling in, Swirling round and round Hollow men are hiding Mongst the rubble parks & caves The Red Cross issue fits and tin foil In a blue smoke haze There's no light, no sun, no trees, but then This is how it feels Just like you're Stoned Enter inside your neighbours mind And suffer him to know your self When Kustom conflicts with trucks and guns and mules with holiness There's no light No sound No trees within This is how it feels Just like you're Stoned in Kabul Just like you're Stoned in Kabul Just like you're Stoned in Kabul Just like you're Stoned in Kabul The cold bleak winds You go high in your hole The winter This is how it feels This is how it feels Just like you're Stoned in Kabul Just like you're Stoned in Kabul Just like you're Stoned in Kabul Just like you're Stoned in Kabul Just like you're Stoned in Kabul