To all you death squads on the march
And mercenaries shipping arms
To all you wackos on the prowl
Looking for ultraviolence:
Please try to tone it down–
You're pushing us to the end

To all defenders of the State
Loyal servants of US, Inc.,
To all you lackeys in the labs
Perfecting holocaust:
Please try to tone it down–
You're pushing us to the edge

Millennium madness is getting to you
Is tempting you to chaos
Settle down till the zeros hit–
Let's end the century gently
Millennium madness is getting to you
Is tempting you to chaos
My sweaty dreams divine
A flickering in human time

I dreamt the place it all began:
Somewhere near Bethlehem
There's something stirring in the sand
As metal birds strafe the land
The beast rears up in the heat:
A silo bears its teeth