We talk of stories yesterday

Of how we worked and never played

How that things were better then

when lads were lads... and men were men

your history means nothing now

it never meant much any how

all your crying is in vain

your gonna die in screaming pain...pain...pain...pain


Let's roll on world war III

Were burning the rubbish of society

roll on world war III

Your gonna burn with me...


This world is but you are small

Your words are meanless most of all

All you do is criticise 

of how your better in your eyes

Well don't you know that your all kids

your kids grew up... you never did

all your crying is in vain 

your gonna die in screaming pain...pain...pain...pain


Lets roll on world war III

Were burning the rubbish of society

Roll on world war II

Your gonna burn with me...


So we talk of stories yesterday 

Of how we worked and never played

How that things were better then

When lads were lads... and men were men

Well don't you know that your all kids

Your kids grew up... you never did

Only little time will tell 

I'll see you bastards all in hell...hell...hell...hell


Lets roll on world war III

Were burning the scum of society

Roll on world war III

Your gonna burn with me...


Burn rubbish...burn rubbish...burn...burn...burn...burn