All dressed in uniforms so fine
They drank and killed to pass the time
Wearing the shame
of all their crimes
With measured steps they walked in line
They walked in line (8)
They carried pictures
of their wives
And number tags
to prove their lies
And made it through the whole machine
With dirty hearts and hands washed clean
They walked in line (8)
Full of a glory never seen
They made it through the whole machine
Turn never questioned anymore
Hypnotic trance
they never saw