Roger Waters - The Papal Edict lyrics

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Roger Waters - The Papal Edict lyrics

Scene 4 "The Papal Edict" RINGMASTER Trade winds, buffeting the sweet mola**es Smoke of burning cane Push, swelling East the spreading ripples of unrest Back to Europe and the rain The Holy Sea safe on Tiber's shore Surveys the flotsam on the tide Ignores the cries of drowning men and Pa**es on the other side