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

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

Full of a glory never seen

They made it through the whole machine

To never question any more

Hypnotic trance, they never saw

They walked in line

They walked in line

Walked in line