18 acessos
Dressed in black 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
We carried pictures of our wives
And number tags to prove our lives
We walked in line
Full of glory never seen
We made it through the whole machine
To never question anymore
Hypnotic trance we never saw
We walked in line
Full of glory never seen
We made it through the whole machine
To never question anymore
Hypnotic trance we never saw
We walked in line