(原詩)

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

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 that we're 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
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
Were over in the red
It's a mistake we've made

And the public are warned to stay off