[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
[Recorded live at Brooklyn-Lamour-1990]
You got Libya you got the
Russians
You got civilian planes crashing to the oceans
Airports full of terrorists
Nazi skins, anarchists
When are you gonna
learn
Better listen to me you son of a b***h
Better disarm those missiles sleeping in the ditch
You have no g*****n right to
do those things you do
The world would be a better place if we were rid of you
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and
war
Of rage and war
Every country's got the bomb
The scientists are working on
Chemical weapons to melt the flesh
With
no source of defense
Shoot me I'll shoot you
Like there's nothing better to do
Who's the loser in the end
Better listen to
me you son of a b***h
Better disarm those missiles sleeping in the ditch
You have no g*****n right to do those things you do
The
world would be a better place if we were rid of you
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
War
broods in foreign lands
Missiles launch upon command
Islam, Lebanon, what the hell is going on
Ambassadors who say they
try
Negotiating suicide
Are they prepared to face the end
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and war
Of rage and
war