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When they sell the final weapon, we can all watch it blowKeep the people working, workingKeep the people working, workingKeep the people working, workingGotta keep the people workingIn the bed of iron they cast the final weaponJust to keep the people working, got to keep the people workingFrom the mines of Anatolia to the isle of MandalayAlong the coast of sullen Africa, they're queuing up to payNo cause, I don't discriminate, I sell to those who buyThere never was an innocent who didn't want to dieAnd with demand upon the increase what could keep the cost downIf I keep the people fighting, I can really go to townNo surprise, the cash you borrow, we can close the deal tomorrowJust Swiss francs or dollars won't cause me any borrow, boyIn a bed of iron they cast the final weaponJust to keep the people working, got to keep the people workingIn a bed of iron they cast the final weaponJust to keep the people working, got to keep the people workingEverybody itching for someone to serve the taskI'll arm the politician for the coup, the crew, the cast,I have a score of different faces, I can look like a lordSeen in high places, flying on the ConcordeWell you can marvel at precision, you can dial a telephoneCall up color vision from the safety of your homeYou can mount the great offensive from a button by the chairIf you arm the right system, you can ionize the airIn a bed of iron, they cast the final weaponJust to keep the people working, got to keep the people workingIn a bed or iron they cast the final weaponJust to keep the people working, got to keep the people workingLike the wind across the frontier or the breaking light of day