Time came to leave 

You know there's something 

About the principle 

Of what goes on behind the scenes 

The military machine 

The way they led me on... 

Stiletto in the sand 

Thrusted down in anger 

Bloody to the handle 

Diamond red 

Machines of mass destruction 

Well I helped to design them 

The guilt of children's blood stains on my hands 



The word from the board room 

Our boys in Tehran have scored 



How long till we realize the truth? 

The bottom line of defense and world security 

The bankers and the ministry of arms 

Just cut the deal and the war is on 

The village burned the desert set ablaze 

Who are these men with their finger's in everybody's pie? 

Big rockets and their profiles all the rage 

Their business plan calls for ware for sale 



Please understand 

Until I saw all this 

I never thought about the third world trampled under wheels 

Out in the streets and in the fields 

I simply questioned it all... 

Stiletto in the sand 

Fingers on the triggers 

Tempers boiling over 

Bleed them red 



Machines of mass destruction 

Oh why did I design them? 

The guilt of children's blood stains on my hands 



Napalm and land mines 

Nobody left alive 



How long 'til we realize the truth? 

The bottom line of defense and world security 

the banker's and the ministry of arms 

Just cut the deal and the war is on 

The market screams a recommended buy 

The contract's in don't just sit there get your broker on the line 

Big money left their morals far behind 

Guess what we've got - we got war for sale 



How long 'til we realize the truth? 

The bottom line of defense and world security 

the banker's and the ministry of arms 

Just cut the deal and the war is on 

The village burned the desert set ablaze 

Who are these men with their finger's in everybody's pie? 

Then freedom's ring departed from today 

There's just no doubt - we got war for sale!