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