The Breeding House - Bruce Dickinson

The breeding house stood at 731, he was just a working man

And he worked with his hands and prisoners

He set a judgment on his fellow man

Secret science was his game, justified by war

His spawn lay in the freezer

The killers that bore his name

The breeding house, you were there

And the sins of your fathers, in the breeding house

The breeding house, 731

And the sins of your fathers, are the sins of your sons

Maybe within childhood he pulled off spiders legs

Now, he’s a big boy playing with big boys toys

Playing games he won’t forget

A contract for some research

A pay cheque in the mail

A secret that defended by the ones that should have ended it Angels of death in a white coat so serene

Devising ways of dying, so obscene, so obscene

And Washington was baffled about knickers and g strings

And men were busy hiding evil things, evil things

The breeding house, you were there

And the sins of your fathers, in the breeding house

The breeding house, 731

And the sins of your fathers, are the sins of your sons

Come to see the carnival, come to witness fear

Come and see deformity, all human life is here

A double blind experiment on who’s the last to die

A fifty year conspiracy of murders and of lies

Angels of death in a white coat so serene

Devising ways of dying, so obscene, so obscene

And Washington was baffled about knickers and g strings

And men were busy hiding evil things, evil things

The breeding house, you were there

And the sins of your fathers, in the breeding house

The breeding house, 731

And the sins of your fathers, are the sins of your sons