Everyone quick to the center of town      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