Sex Bomb

Shed no tears for the martyr dying Only in pain suffering and death Can the martyr become what he's chosen to be No tears wasted No sorrow no pity No, no crying, no loss Shed no tears for the cop bleeding He once held the gun. He once held the key Now his prisoners will sing and dance and play No tears wasted No sorrow no pity No, no crying, no loss Shed no tears for the nun beaten By the children she once called her flock How they hate their teachers. Who force darkness upon us