Six

(L. Norman)
 In the midst of the war
 He offered us peace
 And he came like a lover
 From out of the east
 With the face of an angel and the heart of a beast
 His intentions were six-sixty-six
 He walked up to the temple
 With gold in his hands
 And he bought off the priests
 And propositioned the land
 And the world was his harlot
 And laid in the sand
 While the band played six-sixty-six
 We served at his table
 And slept on the floor
 But he starved us and beat us
 And nailed us to the door
 Well, I'm ready to die
 I can't take any more
 And I'm sick of his lies and his tricks
 He told us he loved us
 But that was a lie
 There was blood in his pockets
 And death in his eyes
 Well, my number is up
 And I'm willing to die
 If the band will play six
 If the band will play six-sixty
 If the band will play six-sixty-six