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There's a sentry in a uniform to watch the VIPs along the hall
Strategical discussions taking place behind the steel plated wall
The agents issue the statements to the waiting press who circulate the words
Justification, propaganda, Western foreign policy across the world

Chorus:
In the name of the people
All of this is done in the name of the people

They read their books and study hard, cigarettes lit in the claustrophobic gloom
West of the University Road, the world outside is ghost-like in the room
Frustrated and impatient and intelligence sharp and twisted like a child
Death is an aphrodisiac now, the fuses on the table slowly wired

Chorus:
In the name of the people
All of this is done in the name of the people

Hold me tight, hold me fast
Standing here on the wrong side
Of this bullet-proof glass
There are no questions left for us to ask

It's soldiers night at the discotheque, pick up a girl and drink to home afar
Spending money like water on the watered drinks available at the bar
The ones who never were given much, never asked much of anything in recall
But there's a black bag in the corner and it doesn't belong to anyone here at all

Chorus:
In the name of the people
All of this is done in the name of the people
There's a sentry in a uniform to watch the VIPs along the hall   Strategical discussions taking place behind the steel plated wall   The agents issue the statements to the waiting press who circulate the words   Justification, propaganda, Western foreign policy across the world       Chorus:   In the name of the people   All of this is done in the name of the people       They read their books and study hard, cigarettes lit in the claustrophobic gloom   West of the University Road, the world outside is ghost-like in the room   Frustrated and impatient and intelligence sharp and twisted like a child   Death is an aphrodisiac now, the fuses on the table slowly wired       Chorus:   In the name of the people   All of this is done in the name of the people      Hold me tight, hold me fast   Standing here on the wrong side   Of this bullet-proof glass   There are no questions left for us to ask       It's soldiers night at the discotheque, pick up a girl and drink to home afar   Spending money like water on the watered drinks available at the bar   The ones who never were given much, never asked much of anything in recall   But there's a black bag in the corner and it doesn't belong to anyone here at all       Chorus:   In the name of the people   All of this is done in the name of the people
 
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