Barnabas Suite For The Souls Of Our Enemies (part I Hammer And Sickl Lyrics

Suite For The Souls Of Our Enemies (part I Hammer And Sickl Lyrics

Late at night I used to sit 



 Alone, for one last cigarette 



 Brooding over what's to come 



 What in God's name have we done? 



 Missiles springing up like weeds 



 Doomsday subs patrol the seas 



 East and west are poised to kill 



 While me and Igor pay the bill



 



 The war machine will never stop 



 Dogs will fight until they drop 



 From Poland to Afghanistan 



 A menace to the common man 



 But what about the little men 



 Who have no recourse given them 



 It seems unlikely they're the ones 



 Whose fingers twitch on willing guns



 



 Little man, my enemy 



 What makes you so much worse than me? 



 Could it be we're all the same 



 Small fry in a larger game 



 I believe the one to blame 



 Plans his schemes in bitter flames 



 Whose soldiers crushed the bourgeousie 



 To form their own plutocracy



 



 Stalin, Trotsky, Marx and Lenin 



 Scorned the blessed hope from heaven 



 Pompous men with lofty schemes 



 They gnash their teeth with futile screams 



 But now their godless legacy 



 Has festered long across the sea 



 Implanted in the tender youth 



 They come to know the lie as truth



 



 So Holy Father hear my cry 



 For untold millions doomed to die 



 Without You, when the rockets roar 



 Hurling them through satan's door



 



 Late at night I sit and pray 



 Not always certain what to say 



 "Peace on earth, goodwill to men" ?



 Or "crush them Lord, they're better dead"?