All dressed in uniforms so fine We drank and killed to pass the time
Wearing the shame of all our crimes
With measured steps we walked in line
We walked in line
They carried pictures of their wives
And tattooed arms to prove their lies
They walked in line
Full of a glory never seen
They made it through the whole machine
To never question anymore
Hypnotic trance, they never saw
They walked in line
We walked in line
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