Bullets fly around my head
Anger placed in love's stead
And as nice Mrs. Sky cries,
The rain fills my dry eyes.

With our kings so vain,
We chase our tails again,
Right down to the front lines
Where we meet our demise.

Understanding at speed of snail,
We think so weak and frail,
Because what we know
Won't last till tomorrow.

And now, who are we,
But thieves of the key
To Pandora's box of hate
That we helped create?

(Bridge) Now everyone's taking up arms
To those they held in their arms
And to see it fall apart
Is such a head ache to my heart.

(Hook) In our house of war,
Roof is caving in
We'll be no more
If we stay in.