There's a sentry in a uniform To watch the VIPs along the wall Strategical discussions taking place Behind the steel plated wall The agents issue the statements To the waiting press who circulate the words Justification propaganda Western foreign policy across the world
In the name of the people All of this done in the name of the people
They read their books and study hard Cigarettes lit in the claustrophobic gloom West of the University Road The world outside is ghost-like in the room Frustrated and impatient and Intelligence sharp and twisted like a child Death is an aphrodiasiac now The fuses on the table slowly wired
In the name of the people...
Hold me tight, hold me fast Standing here on the wrong side Of this bullet-proof glass There are no questions left for us to ask
It's soldiers' night at the discotheque Pick up a girl and drink to home afar Spending money like water On the watered drinks available at the bar The ones who never were given much Never asked much of anything in recall But there's a black bag in the corner And it doesn't belong to anyone here at all