And every soldier's face is burnt,
and it's a mask or it's a flash
And their hands are turned to rifles now,
and they kill everything and anything they touch
So watch the trees swaying in the breeze,
keeping beat to the butchery
And every subway station's wrecked,
it shuts down and off
And business men in a panic: "Here they come! Here they come!"
And they collect power killing love
So watch the bat,
a picnic death camp
Keeping beat to the butchery
So children come burn the skyscapers
and the cities alive
Come clean within you
And the metronome looks like new,
and the metronome clicks over our skulls
And every single window pane is smashed,
and every compass smiling broken glass
Here's a place where the soldiers came,
to rake up all that they could take
So toss another bottle,
pull another pin
Light up the sky in a butchery
So children come burn the skyscapers
and the cities alive
Come clean within you
And the metronome looks like new,
and the metronome clicks over our skulls
So children come burn the skyscapers
and the cities alive
Come clean within you
So children come burn the skyscapers
and the cities alive
Come clean within you
And the metronome looks like new,
and the metronome clicks over our skulls