There seems to be a problem
The people won't behave
They seem to fear our power less
Than what's beyond the grave
The clergy won't preach
All the doctrines we ask
We'll have to round them up
So we can take them to task
We'll blame the guerrillas for what has been done
Burnt church of Jesus, the death of a nun
The church has preached resistance
For what the poor hold dear
Stronger than the army
We sent to instill fear