Caught in the long grass
Got separated from his company
Those men he thought were friends
Turned out to be the enemy
Their uniforms were black, not brown
They marched to a different step
But he soon tuned in to their frequency
By shifting up one fret
But the one thing that united them
Was they all had life to give
But it wasn't their intention to serve that way
But to kill, so they may live
We are sound, we are sound, we are sound
We are sound, we are sound, we are sound
Set them marching, stop them thinking
Psyche them up with your will
Stir them up with frantic rhythm
Send them out to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
We are sound, we are sound, we are sound
We are sound, we are sound (we are sound), we are sound
We are sound (we are sound), we are sound, sound
Back in human form, skin-tight uniform
Caught upon the barbed wire
Back in human form, skin-tight uniform
Crucified upon the pulpit wire
The wire
We are sound, we are sound, we are sound
We are sound, we are sound (we are sound), we are sound
We are sound (we are sound), we are sound, sound
We are sound, we are sound, we are sound
We are sound, we are sound (we are sound), we are sound
We are sound (we are sound), we are sound, sound
We are sound, we are sound, we are sound
We are sound, we are sound (we are sound), we are sound
We are sound (we are sound), we are sound, sound
We are sound, we are sound, we are sound
We are sound, we are sound (we are sound), we are sound
We are sound (we are sound), we are sound, sound
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