Wheel Workers Fine Time
(Verse)
Battleground screaming out for mothers.
Do your beliefs condone killing your brothers?
Certainty’s a deadly thing, cut your throat.
Another bomb goes off, yeah, here we go.
(Chorus)
Off to fight a rich man’s war, watch the poor die in
the streets.
Well, have you heard? The market’s surged,
Hark the herald prophet sing!
Hark the herald prophet sing!
(Interlude)
It was a fine time, such a fine time.
(Verse)
And some way we will slay each other,
Be all you can be killing for your masters.
Zombies feeding, preying on all the young.
You know your place, sit down and follow orders.
(Chorus)
Off to fight a rich man’s war, watch the poor die in
the streets.
Well, have you heard? The market’s surged,
Hark the herald prophet sing!
Hark the herald prophet sing!
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
It was a fine time
