Six Sixty-Six - Frank Black and the Catholics

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 the 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 eyes

Well my number is up and I’m willing to die

If the band will play Six Six…

If the band will play Six Sixty Six…

If the band will play Six Sixty Six