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