So tomorrow there will be another number
For the one who had a name
Desert wind and a perverse desire to win
History buried in shame
Are the beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Are the beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Then the next day
How will you know your enemy
By their colour or your fear
One by one
We can cage them in your freedom
Make them all disappear
LyricsSix hundred sixty-six hundred sixty days
Two guards, one uncharged
This morning's paper's ink stains my fingers
My hands grow darker every day
Are the beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Are the beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Goodnight, sleep light, stranger
Goodnight, sleep light, stranger
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