All dressed in uniforms so fine 
They drank and killed to pass the time 
Wearing the shame of all their crimes 
With measured steps they walked in line 
They walked in line

They carried pictures of their wives 
And number tags to prove their lies 
And made it through the whole machine 
With dirty hearts and hands washed clean 
They walked in line 

Full of a glory never seen 
They made it through the whole machine 
To never question any more 
Hypnotic trance, they never saw 
They walked in line
They walked in line
Walked in line