Lyrics: The Sound. Missiles.

Deep in the country
The factories hide
Where they make the missiles
That run our lives.

Who the hell makes those missiles?(3x)
When they know what they can do?

They've got the money.
They've got the know-how.
It's all above our heads;
It's coming down now.

Missiles cause damage
And make an eerie sound.
Missiles leave carnage
Where there once was a town.

Who the hell makes them?
Who the hell makes them?
Who the hell makes those missiles?
When they know what they can do?