People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads
  And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads
  Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall
  Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall
    Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords
  Shun words of the Bible, we need implements of war
  Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain
  Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again
    Chorus
  Where do we go from here?
  And should we really care?
  The end is finally here,
  God have mercy!
    Now we've rewritten history
  The one thing we've found out
  Sweet taste of vindication
  It turns to ashes in your mouth
    Chorus
    If you're fighting to live
  It's O.K. to die!
  The answer to your question is...
  Welcome to tomorrow!
    Solo - Marty - Marty - Dave
    Where do we go from here?
  God have mercy!
    Chorus