Woorden: XTC. Drums And Wires. Chain Of Command.

How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
How bright is the medical torch
When it's put in our hand?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

My microbes and I
We can't wait to lay down and die
We realize that we must be spent
Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent

How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
How bright is the medical torch
When it's put in our hand?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

My blood group and me
A body of soldiers are we
To the wound we quickly flowed
And we fought with the weapons in our chemical code

How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

My microbes and I
We can't wait to lay down and die
We realize that we must be spent
Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent

How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Chain of command, chain of command
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Chain of command, chain of command
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Chain of command, chain of command
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Chain of command, chain of command
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Chain of command, chain of command
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Chain of command, chain of command
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Chain of command, chain of command
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)