My head is filled with fear of war
Fear and threat of war
Horrific disturbing visions of war
Fill my head
Among the maimed and slaughtered
My body lies
Horrific disturbing visions of war
Fill my head

Men and women young and old
Out on the streets homeless

Does the system, does the system, does this system work

In plastic bags they carry their homes
Clothes in rags they walk the streets

Does the system, does the system, does this system work

Men and women young and old
Out on the streets homeless

Does the system, does the system, does this system work

In bins they search for the odd dog end
The odd dog end and food

Does the system, does the system, does this system work

I look out my window to a blinding bright light
Enola passes, passes by

Tomorrow, tomorrow, a look at tomorrow

Hysterical men women and children
Run in search of their families

Tomorrow, tomorrow, a look at tomorrow

I look out of my window to a blinding bright light
Enola passes, passes by

Tomorrow, tomorrow, a look at tomorrow

Skin is shed like that of snakes
But it's not the work of mother nature

Tomorrow, tomorrow, a look at tomorrow

Besides her man she kneels
Holds him tight and begins to cry
Why why why but why

Her loved one's just another piece of meat
On the battlefields
Why why why but why

Her cries break out into screams
As she now becomes hysterical with grief
Why why why but why

Her loved one's just another piece of meat
On the battlefields
Why why why but why

Men women and children cry and scream in pain
Wounded by bomb splinters
Streets littered with maimed and slaughtered
In rigid pathetic heaps

In order to satisfy their mania for conquest
Lives are squandered
To satisfy their mania, mania for conquest

Civilians torn from their families, happy homes destroyed
And for what
To satisfy their mania, mania for conquest

Ain't no feeble bastard that obeys their every say
They say do this they say do that
No I'm no dogs body

Ain't no feeble bastard
No fucking scapegoat

Ain't no feeble bastard that has no say
I say what I think, not what they want me to think

Ain't no feeble bastard
No fucking scapegoat

Scorched earth is all that's left
Where trees and flowers once grew
A trail of destruction
Death and destruction

Nothing left but wasteland
Littered with human flesh and bone
A trail of destruction
Death and destruction

Sounds of distant aircraft get louder
Louder, louder and louder
Massacre of innocence

Men, women and children
Flee from the open in search of safety
Massacre of innocence

Sounds of distant aircraft get louder
Louder, louder and louder
Massacre of innocence

A woman breaks down and cries
Her child is left playing in the street
Massacre of innocence