Fear of war Fear of death Fear of strangers in our path There's so much fear
Fear of what The preachers says Fear the holy cross Burnin' in our heads
In a world so cold Our hearts were sold
Yeah, they fan the flames of fear Dealing with our dread, my dear Yes I know All that makes the world go round
They fan the flames of fear Dealing with our dread, my dear Yes I know That all makes the world go round
Spend our money on defence Paid to all the governments So much fear
We built the walls so high All the razor wire Cutting through the sky
In a world so cold Our hearts were sold
Yeah, they fan the flames of fear Dealing with our dread, my dear Yes I know All that makes the world go round
Oh, they fan the flames of fear Dealing with our dread, my dear Yes I know All that makes the world go round All that makes the world go round
They have the biggest banks, The biggest walls, Bullets and bombs for the biggest guns Oh, they fan the flames of fear Dealing with our dread, my dear Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.