Album : The Whole Story
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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 cries of mothers
To the terrifying scream
We recorded it and put it into our machine

Then 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

It could feel like falling in love
It could feel so bad
But it could feel so good
It could sing you to sleep

I'll bet my mum's gonna give me
A little toy instrument
But that dream is your enemy

We won't be there to be blamed
We won't be there to snitch
I just pray that someone there
Can hit the switch

But 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 we've made

And the public are warned to stay off
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 cries of mothers   To the terrifying scream   We recorded it and put it into our machine      Then 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      It could feel like falling in love   It could feel so bad   But it could feel so good   It could sing you to sleep      I'll bet my mum's gonna give me   A little toy instrument   But that dream is your enemy      We won't be there to be blamed   We won't be there to snitch   I just pray that someone there   Can hit the switch      But 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 we've made      And the public are warned to stay off
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