For someone else the blues and greens 
The dreaming spires the skin-tight jeans 
The armchair armies on the march 
The transfer unit tube and mask 
Who needs all the endless lies 
That serve to keep the world alive 
To taste the sweetness of the grave 
And not regret mistakes I’ve made 
In memoriam 
Goodbye to all the angry dawns 
Committee meetings pistols drawn 
You can keep the rave reviews 
The priests the guards the prisons and zoos 
Goodbye to all the nation’s pride 
Farewell to those all choosing a side 
In hut number twelve they’re issuing guns 
But only for the chosen ones 
In memoriam