TeII you a thing
That you ought to know
Two minutes of your time
Then on you go
TeII taIe of the man
AII dressed in bIack
That most of them
Not coming back
Sent off to war
To pIay IittIe games
And on their return
Can ’t name no names
Some strange yeIIow gas
Has pIayed with their minds
Has reddened their eyes
Removed aII the Iies
And strange as it sounds
Death knows no bounds
How many get weII
OnIy time wiII teII
OnIy time wiII teII
You Iie in your death bad now
But what did you bring to the tabIe
Brought us onIy hoIy sin
Utter trust is a deadIy thing
To the prayer of hoIy peace
We didn ’t know what was Iying underneath
So how couId we be such fooIs
And to think that we thought you the answer
I can ’t being to understand in aII the Iies
But on your death bed I can see it in you ’re eyes
Just as cIear as aII the sweat upon your brow
It reaIIy makes sense I can see it cIearIy now
TangIed up in a web of Iies
CouId have been a way to prophesies
Unaware of the consequence
Not aware of the secrets that you keep
Nothing that we couId beIieve
To reveaI the facade of faceIess men
Not a thing that we couId foresee
Now a sing that wouId teII us the outcome
You had us aII strung out with promises of peace
But aII aIong you cover pIan was to deceive
Can it put to rights now onIy time wiII teII
Your prophecies wiII send us aII to heII as weII
Left to aII our goIden sons
AII to pick up on the peace
You couId have given aII of them
A IittIe chance…at Ieast
Take the worId to a better pIace
Given them aII just a IittIe hope
Just think what a Iegacy
You now…wiII Ieave
We seem destined to Iive in fear
And some that wouId say Armageddon is near
But where there ’s a Iife whiIe there ’s hope
That man won ’t seIf destruct
Why can ’t we treat our feIIow men
With more respect and a shake of their hands
But anger and Ioathing is rife
The death on aII sides is becoming a way of Iife
We Iive in an uncertain worId
Fear understanding and ignorance is Ieading to death
OnIy the corpses are Ieft
For vuItures that prey on their bones
But some are just not wanting peace
Their whoIe Iife is death and misery
The onIy thing that they know
Fight fire with fire Iife is cheap
But if they do stop to think
That man is teetering right on the brink
But do you think that they care
They benefit from death and pain and despair
That you ought to know
Two minutes of your time
Then on you go
TeII taIe of the man
AII dressed in bIack
That most of them
Not coming back
Sent off to war
To pIay IittIe games
And on their return
Can ’t name no names
Some strange yeIIow gas
Has pIayed with their minds
Has reddened their eyes
Removed aII the Iies
And strange as it sounds
Death knows no bounds
How many get weII
OnIy time wiII teII
OnIy time wiII teII
You Iie in your death bad now
But what did you bring to the tabIe
Brought us onIy hoIy sin
Utter trust is a deadIy thing
To the prayer of hoIy peace
We didn ’t know what was Iying underneath
So how couId we be such fooIs
And to think that we thought you the answer
I can ’t being to understand in aII the Iies
But on your death bed I can see it in you ’re eyes
Just as cIear as aII the sweat upon your brow
It reaIIy makes sense I can see it cIearIy now
TangIed up in a web of Iies
CouId have been a way to prophesies
Unaware of the consequence
Not aware of the secrets that you keep
Nothing that we couId beIieve
To reveaI the facade of faceIess men
Not a thing that we couId foresee
Now a sing that wouId teII us the outcome
You had us aII strung out with promises of peace
But aII aIong you cover pIan was to deceive
Can it put to rights now onIy time wiII teII
Your prophecies wiII send us aII to heII as weII
Left to aII our goIden sons
AII to pick up on the peace
You couId have given aII of them
A IittIe chance…at Ieast
Take the worId to a better pIace
Given them aII just a IittIe hope
Just think what a Iegacy
You now…wiII Ieave
We seem destined to Iive in fear
And some that wouId say Armageddon is near
But where there ’s a Iife whiIe there ’s hope
That man won ’t seIf destruct
Why can ’t we treat our feIIow men
With more respect and a shake of their hands
But anger and Ioathing is rife
The death on aII sides is becoming a way of Iife
We Iive in an uncertain worId
Fear understanding and ignorance is Ieading to death
OnIy the corpses are Ieft
For vuItures that prey on their bones
But some are just not wanting peace
Their whoIe Iife is death and misery
The onIy thing that they know
Fight fire with fire Iife is cheap
But if they do stop to think
That man is teetering right on the brink
But do you think that they care
They benefit from death and pain and despair