Geneva's gone, like forgotten songs   In a country sleeping warmly in the night   We believe Exxon, and we play along   The water getting blacker as we fight      Geneva's gone, like a faded song   An extra-legal table-turning dream   Where one record speaks and another dies   Writing memos that are never as they seem      We will hear again in the years ahead   You've no memory of these many crimes   But these microphones tell of missing bones   And cameras capture weapons in your mind      Geneva's gone, like a foreign song   Just how many held you cannot say   And when organs fail, it's a small detail   Your pious eyes are showing no dismay      We will hear again in the years ahead   You've no memory of these many crimes   But these microphones tell of missing bones   And cameras capture weapons in your mind