Dictatorship To Democracy

 How come I don't know where I live?

Will I be taught when a man, and not a kid?

Should I spend it painting up my face?

Or tied to this town by an ankle brace?

 

A brace, a brace, a brace.

A brace, a brace, a brace.

 

I don't care why these towns are brawling

One maybe flying and the other maybe crawling

To the sun afar, the moon is a lark

But the sun's never there in the dark

 

The dark, the dark, the dark.

The dark, the dark, the dark.

 

The clouds of war loom over this view

It rain on the valleys and the pastures anew

But for the pastures gone lies a marble slab

Of man who once said "These towns will be had"

 

Be had, be had, be had.

Be had, be had, be had.

 

When you fight for the Nobel Peace

You arm your soldiers and the priests

It takes time for a tree to grow right up

It takes none to burn it down to dust

 

To dust, To dust, To dust.

To dust, To dust, To dust.

 

There lives a man who buys all the guns

He looks like a wall that's about to be done

His face crumbles in and falls to the ground

He dressed much like Hitler and echoed his sound

 

His sound, his sound, his sound.

His sound, his sound, his sound.

 

So it's hard to believe that there is no more war

That there is no line, we can now cross the floor

But for people this myth was still a myth

They pull out their swords and started to kill

 

Again, again, again.

Again, again, again.