Fear of war, fear of death   Fear of strangers in our path   There's so much fear      Fear of what the preachers says   Fear the holy cross   Burnin' in our heads      In a world so cold   Our hearts were sold      Yeah, they fan the flames of fear   Dealing with our dread, my dear   Yes I know   All that makes the world go round      Oh, they fan the flames of fear   Dealing with our dread, my dear   Yes I know   All that makes the world go round, oh yeah      Spend our money on defense   Paid to all the governments   So much fear      We built the walls so high   All the razor wire   Cutting through the sky      In a world so cold   Our hearts were sold      Yeah they fan the flames of fear   Dealing with our dread, my dear   Yes I know   All that makes the world go round      Oh, they fan the flames of fear   Dealing with our dread, my dear   Yes I know   All that makes the world go round   Yeah, that makes the world go round      They have the biggest banks   The biggest walls   Bullets and bombs   For the biggest guns      They fan the flames of fear   Dealing with our dread, my dear   Yes I know   All that makes the world go round   Go round, go round, go round, yeah      Yeah, they fan the flames of fear   Dealing with our dread, my dear   Yes I know   That makes the world go round      Oh, they fan the flames of fear   Dealing with our dread, my dear   Yes I know   All that makes the world go round      Yeah, they fan the flames of fear   Dealing with our dread, my dear   Yes I know   All that makes the world go round      Yeah, they fan the flames of fear   Dealing with our dread, my dear   Yes I know   All that makes the world go round   All that makes the world go round      Oh yeah   Round   Go round   Go round