There's a sentry in a uniform To watch the VIPs along the
wall Strategical discussions taking place Behind the steel
plated wall The agents issue the statements To the waiting press
who circulate the words Justification propaganda Western foreign
policy across the world In the name of the people All of this
done in the name of the people They read their books and study
hard Cigarettes lit in the claustrophobic gloom West of the
University Road The world outside is ghost-like in the room
Frustrated and impatient and Intelligence sharp and twisted like
a child Death is an aphrodiasiac now The fuses on the table
slowly wired In the name of the people... Hold me tight, hold me
fast Standing here on the wrong side Of this bullet-proof glass
There are no questions left for us to ask It's
soldiers' night at the discotheque Pick up a girl and drink
to home afar Spending money like water On the watered drinks
available at the bar The ones who never were given much Never
asked much of anything in recall But there's a black bag in
the corner And it doesn't belong to anyone here at all In
the name of the people...