Big money, Big guns "Yet (as) the threat of war is ever more remote" "What is the moral challenge of our day?" Corrupted - corrupt politicians Who'll say anything On their, on their way to the top They'll stop - stop at nothing Under the flag The statue stands Saluting in the air Phones are tapped The wires are out Spies are everywhere. Facing - to face no morals Living - living in the past Fool your minds with power It's so sensuous No more - no more words No no no no more lies I hide a certain kind of pride. Jagged, jagged, jagged glass A conspiracy appears on the floor, The bell starts to ring. Big Money, Big Guns, Sexy, lovely thing. "Yet the threat of war is ever more remote" A conspiracy begins on the floor The bell it starts to ring. Big Money, Big Guns, Sexy, lovely thing. Everything you see. Spies are everywhere. "Yet the threat of war is ever more remote"