Disguising shadows are concealers   Traitors, spies and double-dealers   In the street, somebody staggers   Killed again with cloak and dagger      If somebody tells that their love is true   Don't believe it if they hold a gun to you   There's Cold War tactics hidden in their smiling face   A pretty kind of poison that will leave no trace      If somebody tells you 'bout the master plan   Don't believe it if they've got the bloody hands   Secret-agent masks and plastic molded smiles   Wolves that stalk the innocent and trusting child