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