As I look back my anger turns to rage
These eyes become the windows to a cage
Peace? When has peace had its page?
As I look back, it looks me in the face
Nothing but the same old story
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
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
As I look back every killer has his day
Sometimes 
I feel like the roof of the world
Little Boy, 
Fat Man and 
Enola GayNothing but the same old story
In God we trust and bombs away
The voice of reason is a limited trait
As I look back my anger turns to hate
Six million 
Jews just to test my faith
Sometimes 
I feel like the roof of the world
Nothing but the same old story
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
Sometimes 
I feel like the roof of the world
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
Our legacy is a lesson in waste
As I look back it looks me in the face
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