Sally was a cop, but now she's a soldier Another foot deep, another day older I used to be on top, now I just roll over I used to run hot, now I run a little colder
They're marching up the streets, people hiding in their cupboards From the crooked politicos to the mercenary lovers The socialites and psychopaths are dancing with each other Sally was a cop, but now she's a soldier
Shot in the face in the ditches of their gutters Thirty five bodies lying in the highway Children forced to dig the graves of their fathers Sally was a cop, but now she's a soldier
They're marching up the streets, people hiding in their cupboards From the crooked politicos to the mercenary lovers Children forced to dig the graves of their fathers