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