We talk of stories yesterday Of how we worked and never played How that things were better then when lads were lads... and men were men your history means nothing now it never meant much any how all your crying is in vain your gonna die in screaming pain...pain...pain...pain
Let's roll on world war III Were burning the rubbish of society roll on world war III Your gonna burn with me...
This world is but you are small Your words are meanless most of all All you do is criticise of how your better in your eyes Well don't you know that your all kids your kids grew up... you never did all your crying is in vain your gonna die in screaming pain...pain...pain...pain
Lets roll on world war III Were burning the rubbish of society Roll on world war II Your gonna burn with me...
So we talk of stories yesterday Of how we worked and never played How that things were better then When lads were lads... and men were men Well don't you know that your all kids Your kids grew up... you never did Only little time will tell I'll see you bastards all in hell...hell...hell...hell
Lets roll on world war III Were burning the scum of society Roll on world war III Your gonna burn with me...