Fear of war
Fear of death
Fear of strangers in our path

There's so much fear

Fear of what

The preachers says
Fear the holy cross
Burnin' in our heads


In a world so cold
Our hearts were sold


Yeah, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear

Yes I know
All that makes the world go round


They fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know

That all makes the world go round

Spend our money on defence

Paid to all the governments
So much fear


We built the walls so high
All the razor wire
Cutting through the sky


In a world so cold
Our hearts were sold


Yeah, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear

Yes I know
All that makes the world go round


Oh, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know

All that makes the world go round
All that makes the world go round


They have the biggest banks,
The biggest walls,
Bullets and bombs for the biggest guns

Oh, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear