There seems to be a problem   The people won't behave   They seem to fear our power less   Than what's beyond the grave      The clergy won't preach   All the doctrines we ask   We'll have to round them up   So we can take them to task      We'll blame the guerrillas for what has been done   Burnt church of Jesus, the death of a nun      The church has preached resistance   For what the poor hold dear   Stronger than the army   We sent to instill fear      A US torturer, designed just for you   Agony guaranteed, they know what to do   CIA assassins are coming with guns   The people will mourn for dead priests and nuns   Kill with no mercy, men and women of the cloth   Ineffective martyrs for the God they brought forth      Is their retribution only time will tell   Agents don't believe and the people live in hell   We'll destroy their faith   In their God and his son   A plain wooden casket destined for a nun      We will not compete   With religious belief   Burn the church, kill the priest   Leaven them in grief   Unlike their saviour they'll die with no cross   Shown their mortality they'll know who is boss      Destroy their faith in their God and his son   Show what we will do   For our power and money   A blood spattered habit Amen   The Death of a Nun