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 lineThey walked in line
They walked in line
They walked in lineThey 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 cleanThey walked in line
They walked in line
They walked in lineFull of a glory, never seen
They made it through, the whole machine
To never question anymore
Hypnotic trance, they never sawThey walked in line
They walked in line
They walked in lineThey walked in line
They walked in line
They walked in lineWalked in line
Walked in line