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
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