The ballad of sisyphus t. jones

Sissy rode to town at sunset
with a boulder on his back
and his traveling companion
who's a pyromaniac
sisyphus threw down the gauntlet
as he stood before the priest
if there is a man who'll thwart me
speak or hold your peace

drafting orphans from the cold
mercenaries twelve years old
as they smear their face and don their camouflage
keep the rebels in clear sight
snorting lines of dynamite
burning villages and acts of sabotage

finishing his tour of duty
with his vigilante squad
coming to confront his father
and to stand before his god
thanatos had to arrest him
so he pleaded can you test the chains
and rode away
you push it up
you push it up
but it rolls back down again

there's some business to attend to
better seal the cellar doors
gonna be some racial cleansing
sissy is a man-of-war
gather up the ammunition
you can call me Mr. Jones
there's a bitter storm a-brewin'
in Sierra Leone

breakin' out of Pluto jail
with a plan that couldn't fail
sissy rode alone to taste the sweet upside
stealing food from refugees
mocking mephistopheles
as icarus flies straight toward the sun

so I hear the skies a-rumble from the summit over mountainside
across the plain
and I watch the boulder tumble
from the summit down the mountain side
toward the plain
you shoot em up
you shoot em up
but it rolls back down again
you push it up
you push it up
but it rolls back down again