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