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