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...
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