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 --- Wield the Spade - Oysterhead