Far away in a little known, forgotten old museum
It all came about on a dark and a moonless night
The curator came around to make his last inspection
To see that all was well and he switched off the light

Inside a vault stood a dusty old glass cabinet
Where five old guns and rifles were piled up in a heap
And when all was dark and still, somethin' came over them
They all came to life and they took turns to speak

The first one said, my name is Musket
Some call me Darbus, I'm the oldest of you all
I've been in the hands of Voortrekker and Zulu
They fought each other and the Brits with gunpowder and ball

Don't talk too loud, you might rouse the curator
Then he'll put the lights on and come around to see
And that will be the end of our discussion on destruction
As we look back on the bad things people did in history

The second one said, you know my name is Snider
My step-brother Enfield, from England he did come
Though I'm British, it's ironic that I was quite iconic
With the Boers when they beat the Brits in 1881

The third one said, my name's Martini Henry
With my friend, Wesley Richards, won many a British fray
Since 1871 from Egypt to Afganistan
It was me that built the British Empire you could say

The fourth one said, my name is Lee Metford
Came into British service in 1888
James Lee made my bolt, William Metford made my barrel
With 10 shots in my magazine, who could beat my firing rate?

Don't talk too loud, you might rouse the curator
Then he'll put the lights on and come around to see
And that will be the end of our discussion on destruction
As we look back on the bad things people did in history

The fifth one said, you know my name is Mauser
I am German and I was proud to be
Placed in the hands of fine Boere marksman
Who put up such a fight with our English enemy

Far away in that little known forgotten old museum
The curator heard a sound in the middle of the night
And as he walked around with his flashlight for inspection
He was met with the most unusual sight

He opened up the doors and he shone his torch
And as the beam shone into that old mysterious vault
That old collection of ancient guns and rifles
Had vanished from the cabinet and turned to pillars of salt

Don't talk too loud, you might rouse the curator
Then he'll put the lights on and come around to see
And that will be the end of our discussion on destruction
As we look back on the bad things people did in history

Don't look back on the bad things that you saw in history
Sodom and Gomorrah are buried in the old Dead Sea
Lot's wife looked back and and we know it wasn't her fault
She looked back on the bad things and she turned to a pillar of salt