There'll be more Muslims,
Judeo-Christians
There'll be more fighting
And more religions
We carry on our dissenting song
There'll be more schisms
Houses divided
There'll be more more claims of with whom god's sided
There'll be more more fighting when we're gone
We carry on my dark eyed son
I am not done yet
I am not dead
The unwritten future must still be read
There is so much that I have not said
I am not dead, I am not dead
I am not done