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