Lyrics:

The deceptive plan
Hangs in the balance of one
And his dying hour of cursed correlation
No burial, no family to grieve

'From Thompson to Flemming to Cholmondeley,
His fate is now sealed inside the Haversack Ruse.'

First documents forge.
Then plant on his being.
Must fool high command.
Drop vagrant to sea
Grey moon guide the corpse
To a fisherman's find

'A perfect execution, Mincemeat swallowed whole,
Sir Counterfeits are with the Nazi in Spain.'

The man who never was
This man who sealed the operation
The man who never was

A man's demise
A tool of war
This cemetery of solitude
War

The man who never was
This man who sealed the operation
The man who never was

The deceptive plan hangs
In the balance of one
A man's demise
A tool of war