Little boys with the old ones' toy
Waging war on the men who claimed they knew the righteous way
Taught before by those who claim that they knew
Giant games of our tiny lives
Roll the dice and watch our heads start a rollin'
Down the hill
Sit right back and let the games begin
And they looked to the sky with a finger on the trigger
Let us all sing along
Come along, sing the song
So we can all go to sleep
Reassured our lives will linger
Let us walk down the street while the rest can't stop running
From home
From the soundtrack of a roar
Children cranking the wheel of war
Dressed as leaders and neatly in disguise as
Men of great
Slowly turning
Soon it rolls through your lawn
We're all like the minders at the nursery
Letting the children loudly bang their hammers
There's not enough toys for all to go around
Back to the plant and to the manufacture
My valet is thin
He said, the head man
Increase production
Keep those hammers banging
You know that the means are justified, right?
That's what he said
The man of all the men
Let's put on a show for all the people
Make them believe we are victorious
We fooled them before, so why not once more?
Put them to sleep, the ones with disbelief
You better be quick
He said, the head man
The rope on my neck is pulling tighter
They'll dance on our graves if they would find out
They left us behind
The men of all the men
And they looked to the sky with a finger on the trigger
Let us all sing along
Come along, sing the song
So we can all go to sleep
Rest assured our lives will linger
Let us walk down the street while the rest can't stop running
We all still believe as the numbers climbing higher
With a rifle in their hand, only bullets save the land
So let us all sing along
Come along, sing a song
Let us march down the street as our days start getting shorter
Turn that wheel, the wheel of was
Rolling on from shore to shore
Come along and sing the song
Giant games goes on, and on, and on, and on
