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Six, Sixty, Six
Words and Music by: Larry Norman (Ok, which song is it? They're all the same. I only write two songs, slow and fast. You know I was born with a photographic memory. I ran out of film when I was four.) In the midst of the war He offered us peace 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 hand 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 a floor But he starved us and beat us And 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. He told us he loved us But that was a lie There was blood in his pockets And death in his eye Well my number is up And I'm willing to die If the band will play six sixty six If the band will play six sixty . . . If the band will play six sixty six.