Coming through the mitrailleuse
A Howitzer cannon and a Thompson gun
Oh you're a slovenly bunch

Lousy with sin

You're no better than those altruists

And the eagle scouts you belong
With the haemophiliacs
Out on the front line

Out on the front line...

We've got the straw in the wind

To fill your belly with buckshot
It's a minor detail
That we furbished with white-out


You want something concrete
But your city is sinking,

It was built on sand
You should have planned ahead
Oh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds

Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Keep your head out of the clouds


Coming down, your victory towers
The sepals to the citadel have been hulled with flames

Oh you've been unveiled
The manifest is writ with dread
And you're no better than those altruists

And eagle scouts you belong
With the convalescents who couldn't make it on the front line
Out on the front line

Out on the front line...

We've got the straw in the wind

To fill your belly with buckshot
It's a minor detail
That we furbished with white-out


And you want something concrete
But your city is sinking,

It was built on sand
You should have planned ahead
Oh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds

Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
And keep, keep, keep, keep your head out of the clouds