Little boys with the old ones' toy
Waging war on the men who claimed they knew the righteous way
Taught before by those who claim that they knew
Giant games of our tiny lives
Roll the dice and watch our heads start a rollin'
Down the hill
Sit right back and let the games begin
And they looked to the sky with a finger on the trigger
Let us all sing along
Come along sing the song
So we can all go to sleep
Reassured our lives will linger
Let us walk down the street while the rest can't stop running
From home
From the soundtrack of a roll
Children cranking the wheel of war
Dressed as leaders and neatly in disguise as
Men of great
Slowly turning
Soon it rolls free along
We're all like the miners at the nursery
Letting the children loudly bang their hammers
There's not enough toys for all to go around
Back to the plant and to the manufacture
"My wallet is thin!" he said, the Headman
Increase production
Keep those hammers banging
You do that for me
It's a justified right
That's what he said
The man of all the men
Let's put on a show for all the people
Make them believe we are victorious
We fooled them before so why not once more?
Put them to sleep the ones with disbelief
"You better be quick!," he said, the Headman
The rope on my neck is pulling tighter
They'll dance on our graves if they would find out
They left us behind
The men of all the men
And they looked to the sky with a finger on the trigger
Let us all sing along
Come along sing the song
So we can all go to sleep
Rest assured our lives will linger
Let us walk down the street while the rest can't stop running
We all still believe as the number's climbing higher
With a rifle in their hand only bullets save the land
So let us all sing along
Come along sing a song
Let us march down the street as our days start getting shorter