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

Suite For The Souls Of Our Enemies (part I Hammer And Sickle) 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"?