BY JAY WELLER
YOU ASK WHAT CAUSES EVIL MEN
TO DO SUCH HARM AND DO AGAIN?
IT’S THE HAND THAT HOLDS THE STICKS
THE STICKS THAT PULL THE STRINGS
THE STRINGS THAT GUIDE THAT MAN
TO DO SUCH EVIL THINGS
YOU ASK WHY NATIONS RISE AND FALL
CONSUMED BY GREED AND SATAN’S CALL?
IT’S THE HAND THAT HOLDS THE STICKS
THE STICKS THAT PULL THE STRINGS
THE STRINGS THAT GUIDE THAT MAN
TO DO SUCH EVIL THINGS
YOU ASK ME WHY YOU SLAVE AND TOIL
UPON A NEVER ENDING BARREN SOIL?
IT’S THE HAND THAT HOLDS THE STICKS
THE STICKS THAT PULL THE STRINGS
THE STRINGS THAT GUIDE THAT MAN
TO MAKE SUCH EVIL THINGS
FROM ANCIENT TIMES
SOME FIGHT IT
AND HIDE AMONG THE QUIET
THE ROCKY CLIFFS OF DOVER
THE HIGH MOUNTAINS
MADE OF STONE
ON INSPIRED RHYMES
THEY SCRIBE IT
FROM THERE BEGINS
THE RIOT
THE BLOODY STREETS OF BELFAST
THE CRUMBLED WALLS
OF ROME
FROM THE VALLEYS
THEY ARE CRYING
AND FALL AMONG
THE DYING
THEIR CHAINS
HARD BANGING GROAN
THAT GRIND MOST MEN
TO BONE