Just the other day    I heard the newsman say    Enemy missiles fired    And coming out our way    Will we all be told    Just who the hell we are    Where we take our ships    Of trade to port calls very far       CHORUS    Beyond the line of death    He says he'll get you    If you dare defy him    To laugh at his orders    Cross over the line       So three ships went down    And all there hands were lost    If he's gonna spit on us    He's gotta pay the cost    You angry little madman    Whith fist raised to the sky    Your people just like sheep    They follow never wonder why    Blood and death his calling cards    They seem as though the answer    Spreading through this world    And growing like a cancer       His mind must be tormented    Rotting yet alive    Terrorism tactics    When will we draw the line       CHORUS    How many times must we die    In the name of peace    Now we all know    The time is running short    And the devil sees    The world as his whore       If you see a psychopath with a loaded gun    Killing all your neighbors    Will you stand or run    Just the other day    I heard the newsman say    Enemy missiles fired    And commin out our way    CHORUS