In a beautiful world, we are melting
And go running, nailed down
Somewhere lurking, form a line
Falling over, zip-tied
Foreign spies
Foreign spies
In a beautiful world, paved with gold
But who’s counting way up there?
And they’re grabbing kitchen knives
Every time our backs are turned
Foreign spies
Foreign spies
Foreign spies
Foreign spies
Foreign spies
It’s a beautiful world
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