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