Lyrics Bruce Dickinson – The Breeding House

The breeding house stood at 731, he was just a working man
And he worked with his hands and prisoners
He set a judgement on his fellow man
Secret science was his game, justified by war

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 paycheque in the mail
Their secret death defended by the ones that should have ended it

Angels of death in your white coats, so serene
devicing ways of dying, so obscene, so obscene
While Washington was bluffing about knickers and G-strings
their 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 your white coats, so serene
devicing ways of dying, so obscene, so obscene
While Washington was bluffing about knickers and G-strings

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