They were all taught with the Bible in hand
Raised to praise, or at least to pretend
Their ways set in stone and the Lord upon their throne
When Satan came marching in
They were all taught that the war was their place
Glory to the harbingers of an empire of peace
With tanks and planes and drums and guns and dreams of an ideal world
Satan came marching in
They were all taught that the cardinal sins
Would lead them to ruin and yet they let them in
To feed their hungry young or just to love and have some fun
Satan came marching in
It’s small little town and the word will get round
That you can count on my dear
Like a wound left untreated will fester and burn
Like a stream never flushed will rot
Envy, humiliation and hatred will turn
Men into monsters at whim
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Or seven times that as a warning
It’s small little town and the word will get round
That you can count on my friend
It’s small little town and the word will get round
That you can count on my friend
Wrath was for the lord and the lord alone
That’s what he was taught, but his virtue was gone
The lady she is blind but he can’t forget their crimes
Satan came marching in
And at night
He’s haunted by seven ghosts
Copyright 2015. Words and music by F.N. de Boer
