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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
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
Six hundred sixty six Hundred sixty days Two guards one uncharged This morning's paper Ink stains my fingers My hands grow darker everyday
Goodnight, sleep light, stranger Goodnight, sleep light, stranger
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
Six hundred sixty six Hundred sixty days Two guards one uncharged This morning's paper Ink stains my fingers My hands grow darker everyday
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