Whimpers and Bangs

The call is sounding to get in line The hearts are pounding as the black bells chime Seven trumpets split the air in a cry All entombed in a raven sky All the walls gonna tumble down All evil's gonna rot and drown Bring your fiddles, bring your broken guns Let's tear it all apart Bring your whimpers and loud little bangs And all the doubt in your heart History is nothing but itself again A constant sorrow in its author's pen The books of pain, the songs of woe The sum is endless, but the mind is slow All the walls gonna tumble down All evil's gonna rot and drown Bring your fiddles, bring your broken guns Let's tear it all apart Bring your whimpers and loud little bangs And all the doubt in your heart --- Whimpers and Bangs - Johnny Red & the Prayerhouse People