Sullivan/Heaton



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