Well it's nighttime and the long cars Are arriving at the door, The general is having another party, With a congressman or three And some guys you never see outside the bank. There's a laughing clink of glasses And a polished click of boots And bitter talk of a country With a weakness in its roots. And it's nighttime for the generals And the boys at the C.I.A. Power gone mad in the darkness Thinking they're God on a good day They giveth, they taketh But they like to take it away. Well the fools don't know the difference It's for their own good, they said. And they shot blind Lady Liberty In the back of her head. And it's nighttime for the generals And the boys at the C.I.A. Power gone mad in the darkness Thinking they're God on a good day They giveth, they taketh But they like to take it away. They giveth, they taketh, Nighttime, nighttime, nighttime.