Geneva's Gone

Geneva's gone, like forgotten songs
 In a country sleeping warmly in the night
 We believe Exxon, we play along
 The water getting blacker as we fight
 Geneva's gone, like a faded song
 An extra-legal table-turning dream
 Where one record speaks and another dies,
 Writing memos that are never as they seem
 We will hear again in the years ahead
 You've no memory of these many crimes
 But these microphones tell of missing bones
 And cameras captured weapons in your mind
 Geneva's gone, like a foreign song
 Just how many held you cannot say
 And when organs fail, it's a small detail
 Your pious eyes are showing no dismay
 We will hear again in the years ahead
 You've no memory of these many crimes
 But these microphones tell of missing bones
 And cameras captured weapons in your mind.