So tomorrow there will be another number
For the one who had a name
A desert wind and a perverse desire to win
History buried in shame
Are those beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Are those beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
And then the next day
How will you know your enemy
By their colour or your fear
One by one you can cage them
In your freedom
Make them all disappear
600, 66, hundred, 60 days
two gaurds, one uncharged
this morning paper's ink stains my fingers
my hards go darker every day
Are those beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Are those beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Are those beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Are those beating drums
Celebration guns
The thunder and the laughter
The last thing they remember
Goodnight, sleep light, stranger
Goodnight, sleep light, stranger
Goodnight, sleep light, stranger
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