Lyrics

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 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 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