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 One small step means McDonald'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 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 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!
(I know where you go) (I see what you don't want to see) (I go where you go) (I know where you go, where've you've been)*
Your silence, My silence Your silence, My silence Your silence, My silence Your silence, My silence
Your silence! My silence! Your silence! My silence! Your silence! My silence! Your silence! My silence!
Your silence! Your silence!
As I look back I'm last, but not too late 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 And all for the greater glory And all for the greater glory