Storm that capitol singing your siren song,
because weve been taken in by this white collar fad,
so everyone quick to the center of town

But in the event this goes terribly wrong,
stack them ten high and fourty long,
we'll call it a LOVERS GRAVEYARD,
a relic of the past gone stale, its a lovers graveyard
she looks so cold and pale

shes a temptress,
a cold war romance, relax, relax, relax this is only a drill

But the wooden desks wont save the children so run to church and live in fear
thats what you get

These are the rewards for being so dishonest
round up the insenscere, cause we cant let them live in fear, no