world war III baby
we're on
bring some violence
to the microphone
shed some sweat
make it real make it last
spend some money
and hope for the best

if anyone is ruling
it sure ain't you
you have no problem
with needing rescue
no action is the best move
little man got nothin to prove
and don't pretend
you can't see the end

world war II baby
that's gone
no real memories
nothing to call home
cause where we at
that's no place for a rat
days of thunder
forever like a hunter

if guilt floats
don't let it sink in to your thoughts
we are supposed to be free
and others is no one's responsibility
i may be a quitter
but inside i feel bitter
cause i see things heads up
and i choose to give up