Oh and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
We live in a time in which decent and otherwise sensible people are surrendering too easily to the hectoring of morons or extremists.
