Lyrics:

And every soldier's face is burnt
And it's a mask with a flash
And their hands are turned to rifles now
And they kill everything they touch

So I watch the trees swaying in the breeze
Keeping beat to the butchery

And every subway station's wrecked
It shuts down and off
And business men in a panic:
'Here they come! Here they come!'
And they collect power killing love

So I watch the bat
A picnic death camp
Keeping beat to the butchery

So children come burn the skyscrapers
And the cities alive
Concrete vineyards
And the metronome clicks like new
And the metronome clicks over our skulls

And every single window pane is smashed
And every cop is smiling broken glass
Here's a place where the soldiers came
To rake up all that they could take

So toss another bottle
Pull another pin
Light up the sky in a butchery

So children come burn the skyscrapers
And the cities alive
Concrete vineyards
And the metronome clicks like new
And the metronome clicks over our skulls