You tie off the black
You draw down the pour/poor
You lock up your kids, 'cause you don't want no war
Somebody's blood has got to be spilt
Souls must be crushed to keep them coffers filled
Keep 'em filled
You raise up your hand
You put 'em on the train
You don't know where they go, but you know you'll never see them again
Somebody's blood has got to be spilt
Souls must be crushed to keep them coffers filled
Keep 'em filled
Uh huh, that's right, they come at night
Left, right, left, right
Somebody's blood has got to be spilt