People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads
And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads
Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall

Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall

Melting down all metals, tturning plows and sheats to swords

Shun words of the Bible, we need implements of war
Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain
Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again


Where do we go from here?
And should we really care

The end is finally here
God have mercy!


Now we've rewtitten history
The one thing we've found out
Sweet taste of vindication

It turns to ashes in your mouth

[Chorus]


If you're fighting to live
It's OK to die !

The answer to your question is ...
Welcome to tomorrow !


[Solo : Marty, Marty, Dave]

Where do we go from here?

God have mercy!

[Chorus]