You were born into, a world that seemed so comfortable Believed the smoke that blew, legacy by skin you wear Now the anger brews within, it's brewing up and spewing out Cause you know you just can't win Your solution's gripping gun in hand And on the tube at night, your pundits remark Bomb them straight to hell and let God sort them out All your stinking life, oh we felt so miserable Pointing shaking hand, it's them that stole your promised hand And on the tube at night, your pundits implore If all of them were gone - we would have more You point the finger gun in hand, you blame all of them Running children targets now, they're your offering To your pundits eyes, who blamed them all, you let the mirror fall Oh they fell, oh they fell