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Like the glint of a weapon with no hint of surprise He's naked in the bright interrogator's light, there's no disguise With a foot in the graveyard and a hand on his heart An actor for the cause in romantic civil wars, he plays the part
	No sword, no cross, no stone No silver bullets keep him down Look, look into his eyes Burning like the sun, innocence has gone away See, see the vanquished child Powder for the gun, powder for the gun they say
In his cavern of brimstone with it's cordite-flash smell He's plotting in the night the fall of paradise, we know so well In his chamber of horrors, where no sleeping dogs lie The carcass of our life is gutted on his knife, no questions why
	No reasoning appeals No compromise or deals Look, look into his eyes Burning like the sun, innocence has gone away See, see the vanquished child Powder for the gun, powder for the gun they say
We're caught in the middle of the new disease That's growing on the edges of the old extremes We're finding it hard to understand Blow him away, wipe him away We're burned by the devil in his fiery glee Or drowning in the waters of a deep blue sea We're suicides without a note Take it from me, take it from me There's blood on the axe that he's come to grind There's a tragic probability it's yours or mine The chances are we're not to blame Blow him away, wipe him away He's giving us demands and he wants them met But you cannot change conditions if you're powerless We're short on heroes, long on fear Blow him away, wipe him away, blow him away
	repeat chorus
© 1988, Music: ARK, Lyrics: Ant Short

Written with the IRA in mind, but about terrorism in general. This is one of the songs that endeared me to the band. When I first saw their shows with IQ in '89, I wasn't listening to the lyrics. The music was so well constructed and passionate it had me hooked. Later when I bought the album and read the lyrics I was even more impressed