The lawyer and the banker

And soldiers one by one

Calculate exchanges

And loading up their guns



The politicians bleating

In endless serenade

Conduct their plans

And wash their hands

Of all this mess they've made



I hope you don't believe them

When you hear them say

That everything your seeking

Hides so many worlds away



This is the hand that we have played

This is the track that we have laid

This is of what we are afraid

It a mistake what we have made