Well we heard these stories yesterday And now we want to never play All the things looked better then Well that's what ? ? meant for me Your history means nothing now It never meant much anyhow All your crying is in pain You're gonna die in screaming pain Pain Pain Pain Well let's roll on World War III We'll burn in the rubbish of society Roll on World War III You're gonna burn with me The stories heard when you were small Words will mean this most of all All you do is criticise About your feather in your eyes Well don't you know that your kids Your kids grow up and never be All your crying is in pain You're gonna die in screaming pain Pain Pain Pain Well let's roll on World War III We'll burn in the rubbish of society Roll on World War III You're gonna burn with me So we told these stories yesterday And now we want to never play All the things were better then Well that's all right ? ? Well don't you know that your kids Your kids grow up and never be All you ? ? time will tell I'll see you bastards all in hell Well let's roll on World War III We'll burn the scum of society Roll on World War III You're gonna burn with me Burn Rubbish Burn Rubbish Burn Burn Burn Burn
