Purgatory Hill

Lyrics

Barber get this mirror cleaned
I'm troubled by the face I see before me
Be careful not to miss a whisker
Soon I face my people who adore me
As you shave our nations face
Keep a steady hand
Listen to these words that soon
will ring across the land

Wield the Spade
Ready the blade
Sacrifices must be made

There are many fools who dare
propose imposing limits on my powers
Those ungrateful who've been swayed
by intellectuals in their ivory towers
They will pay for crimes
that God and I can not allow
Some before the firing squad
and some behind the plough

Wield the spade
Ready the blade
Sacrifices must be made

Barber you've done very well
Much cleaner now
The mirror's telling no lies
I know i'm not imagining
the telltale glint of death i see
in your eyes
I can't trust you, so I must do
something with my knife
It's a shame to lose a damn good barber
but that's life

Wield the spade
Ready the blade
Sacrifices must be made...

Every drop of heroes blood
Is a rose that grows
on the field of triumph