Big money, Big guns
"Yet (as) the threat of war is ever more remote"
"What is the moral challenge of our day?"
Corrupted - corrupt politicians
Who'll say anything
On their, on their way to the top
They'll stop - stop at nothing
Under the flag
The statue stands
Saluting in the air
Phones are tapped
The wires are out
Spies are everywhere.
Facing - to face no morals
Living - living in the past
Fool your minds with power
It's so sensuous
No more - no more words
No no no no more lies
I hide a certain kind of pride.
Jagged, jagged, jagged glass
A conspiracy appears on the floor,
The bell starts to ring.
Big Money, Big Guns,
Sexy, lovely thing.
"Yet the threat of war is ever more remote"
A conspiracy begins on the floor
The bell it starts to ring.
Big Money, Big Guns,
Big Money
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