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   Ink stains my fingers   My hands grow darker everyday      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