Dressed in black uniforms

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