Capitalism's. Invisible. Army.
And it's fortress of deceit
These men will burn alive
But no-one will weep
And the day that we bomb Langley, Virginia
All the men in suits'll face their mortal truth
And the day that we bomb Langley, Virginia
All the men in ties burn with their
normal lies
In this moment of sweet revenge
We'll crisp their sinking hearts
Turn the table on Gehlen's boys
Obliterate their death dance
