Disguising shadows are concealers
Traitors, spies and double-dealers
In the street, somebody staggers
Killed 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