Celebration Guns

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's ink stains my fingers
My hands grow darker every day

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