Walked in Line

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 walked in line

They walked in line

They carried pictures of their wives

Their numbered tags to prove their lives

And made it through the whole machine

With dirty hearts and hands washed clean

They walked in line

They walked in line

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

They walked in line

They walked in line

They walked in line

They walked in line

They walked in line

Walked in line

Walked in line