We were working secretly For the military. Our experiment in sound, Was nearly ready to begin. We only know in theory What we are doing: Music made for pleasure, Music made to thrill. It was music we were making here until
They told us All they wanted Was a sound that could kill someone From a distance. So we go ahead, And the meters are over in the red. It's a mistake in the making.
From the painful cry of mothers, To the terrifying scream, We recorded it and put it into our machine.
"I'll bet my mum's gonna give me a little toy instrument!"