Sophie's Sister

It stopped making sense
With the news of the fatal flight
Escorting the president.
Was it heaven sent?
Was it caused by a switch malfunction?
Should we call it coincidence?

As the evening fell,
Evil raised up it's ugly head
Until no devils were left in hell.
The church's stained-glass scenes
Have witnessed the shameful slaughter.
Who'll be the judge of men like these?

Sophie's Sister,
I'm calling all cars, on the look out for something new.
Sophie's sister,
I'm biding my time by howling at the moon.
Sophie's sister,
Red Cross on the flag, beds in back.
Their outstretched arms in an endless sea of black.
What do you do?
What do you do?

As the soldiers creep and the widows weep
We watch as the wolf lies down with the sheep.
In their hour of need as the wounds still bleed,
We're faced with thousands of mouths to feed.
Well, here's some food for thought,
Has anything been taught,
Or must sympathy be bought.

Sophie's Sister,
I'm calling all cars, on the look out for something new.
Sophie's sister,
I'm biding my time by howling at the moon.
Sophie's sister,
Red Cross on the flag, beds in back.
Their outstretched arms in an endless sea of black.
What do you do?
What do you do?
Sophie's Sister.

©1994 Eric Stuart/p Little Black Book (BMI)