Trying to create a next world war, he found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor, he said I never engaged in this kind of thing before, but yes I think it can be very easily done.

In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.

When you got nothin' / You got nothin' to lose.

Get jailed, jump bail, join the Army if you fail.

Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.

Nothing can affect my voice, it's so bad.

Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.