Lyrics The Breeding House - Bruce Dickinson

The breeding house, Unit 731, he was just a working man
And he worked with his hands on 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
On the sins of your fathers, In the breeding house
The breeding house, 731
The sins of your fathers are the sins of your sons

Maybe when in childhood he pulled off spiders' legs
Now he's a big boy playing with big boy's toys
Playing games he won't forget
A contract for some research, a paycheck in the mail
A secret death defended by the ones who should have ended it

Angels of death in your white coats so serene
Devising ways of dying, so obscene, so obscene
While Washington was blathered about knickers and G-strings
Bad men were busy hiding evil things, evil things

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