Disguising shadows are concealers Traitors, spies and double-dealers In the street, somebody staggers k**ed again with cloak and dagger If somebody tells that their love is true Don't believe it if they hold a gun to you There's Cold War tactics hidden in their smiling face A pretty kind of poison that will leave no trace If somebody tells you 'bout the master plan Don't believe it if they've got the bloody hands Secret-agent masks and plastic molded smiles Wolves that stalk the innocent and trusting child