As I look back my anger turns to rage   These eyes become the windows to a cage   Peace? When has peace had its page?   As I look back, it looks me in the face   Nothing but the same old story   Once small step means McDonald's in space   To sleep soundly is to know your place   Nothing but the same old story      Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world   Crashed down on my head and crumbled   Crashed down on my head and crumbled   As I look back every killer has his day   Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world      Little Boy, Fat Man and Enola Gay   Nothing but the same old story   In God we trust and bombs away      The voice of reason is a limited trait   As I look back my anger turns to hate   Six million Jews just to test my faith   Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world      Nothing but the same old story   Crashed down on my head and crumbled   Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world   Crashed down on my head and crumbled      Our legacy is a lesson in waste   As I look back it looks me in the face   Of things to come maybe just a taste   And all for the greater glory   And all for the greater gloryAnd all for the greater glory