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