Six-Sixty-Six

In the midst of the war, he offered us peace

And he came like a lover from out of the east

With the face of an angel and the heart of a beast

His intentions were six sixty six

He walked up to the temple with gold in his hands

And he bought off the priests and propositioned the land

And the world was his harlot and laid in the sand

While the band played six sixty six

We served at his table and slept on the floor

But he starved us and beat us and he nailed us to the door

Well, I'm ready to die, I can't take any more

And I'm sick of his lies and his tricks, straight up

He told us he loved us, but that was a lie

There was blood in his pockets and death in his eyes

Well, my number is up and I'm willing to die

If the band will play six, if the band will play six sixty

If the band will play six sixty six