And every soldier's face is burnt,
And it's a mask of withered flesh
And their hands have turned to rifles now,
And they kill everything and anything that 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 skyscrapers
And the cities alive,
Come clean within you
And the metronome clicks like new,
And the metronome clicks over our skulls

And every single window pane is smashed,
And every cop is 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 skyscrapers
And the cities alive,
Come clean within you
And the metronome clicks like new,
And the metronome clicks over our skulls