Wield the Spade

Barber
Get this mirror cleaned
I’m troubled by the face I see before me
As we 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 power
Those ungrateful who’ve been swayed by intellectuals in their ivory towers
They will pay for crimes that God and I will not allow
Some before the firing squad and some behind the plough
Wield the spade
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
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