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