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

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"?