A good time to hear this one. Haven't heard it in years, being a Bob song, but I have to say it's apt.
Now at midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew
go and round up everyone who knows more than they do.
Then they take them to the factory where the heart attack machine
is strapped across their shoulders, and then the kerosene
is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go
check to make sure nobody's escaping to Desolation Row.