Lyrics:

When they sell the final weapon, we can all watch it blow Keep the people working, working Keep the people working, working Keep the people working, working Gotta keep the people working In the bed of iron they cast the final weapon Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working From the mines of Anatolia to the isle of Mandalay Along the coast of sullen Africa, they're queuing up to pay No cause, I don't discriminate, I sell to those who buy There never was an innocent who didn't want to die And with demand upon the increase what could keep the cost down If I keep the people fighting, I can really go to town No surprise, the cash you borrow, we can close the deal tomorrow Just Swiss francs or dollars won't cause me any borrow, boy In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working Everybody itching for someone to serve the task I'll arm the politician for the coup, the crew, the cast, I have a score of different faces, I can look like a lord Seen in high places, flying on the Concorde Well you can marvel at precision, you can dial a telephone Call up color vision from the safety of your home You can mount the great offensive from a button by the chair If you arm the right system, you can ionize the air In a bed of iron, they cast the final weapon Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working In a bed or iron they cast the final weapon Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working Like the wind across the frontier or the breaking light of day