Tekst piosenki
As I look back my anger turns to rage These eyes become the windows to a cage Peace? When has peace had its page?Nothing but the same old story As I look back, it looks me in the face Once small step means Mc Donald's in space To sleep soundly is to know your place Nothing but the same old story Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world Crashed down on my head and crumbled Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world Crashed down on my head and crumbled As I look back every killer has his day Little Boy, Fat Man and Enola Gay In God we trust and bombs away Nothing but the same old story As I look back my anger turns to hate Six million Jews just to test my faith The voice of reason is a limited trait Nothing but the same old story Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world Crashed down on my head and crumbled Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world Crashed down on my head and crumbled As I look back it looks me in the face Our legacy is a lesson in waste Of things to come maybe just a taste And all for the greater glory And all for the greater glory And all for the greater glory
