Just the other day 

I heard the newsman say 

Enemy missiles fired 

And coming out our way 

Will we all be told 

Just who the hell we are 

Where we take our ships 

Of trade to port calls very far 



CHORUS 

Beyond the line of death 

He says he'll get you 

If you dare defy him 

To laugh at his orders 

Cross over the line 



So three ships went down 

And all there hands were lost 

If he's gonna spit on us 

He's gotta pay the cost 

You angry little madman 

Whith fist raised to the sky 

Your people just like sheep 

They follow never wonder why 

Blood and death his calling cards 

They seem as though the answer 

Spreading through this world 

And growing like a cancer 



His mind must be tormented 

Rotting yet alive 

Terrorism tactics 

When will we draw the line 



CHORUS 

How many times must we die 

In the name of peace 

Now we all know 

The time is running short 

And the devil sees 

The world as his whore 



If you see a psychopath with a loaded gun 

Killing all your neighbors 

Will you stand or run 

cause just the other day 

I heard the newsman say 

Enemy missiles fired 

And commin out our way 

CHORUS