Fan The Flames

Fear of war, fear of death
Fear of strangers in our path
There's so much fear

Fear of what the preachers says
Fear the holy cross
Burnin' in our heads

In a world so cold
Our hearts were sold

Yeah, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know
All that makes the world go round

Oh, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know
All that makes the world go round, oh yeah

Spend our money on defense
Paid to all the governments
So much fear

We built the walls so high
All the razor wire
Cutting through the sky

In a world so cold
Our hearts were sold

Yeah they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know
All that makes the world go round

Oh, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know
All that makes the world go round
Yeah, that makes the world go round

They have the biggest banks
The biggest walls
Bullets and bombs
For the biggest guns

They fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know
All that makes the world go round
Go round, go round, go round, yeah

Yeah, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know
That makes the world go round

Oh, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know
All that makes the world go round

Yeah, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know
All that makes the world go round

Yeah, they fan the flames of fear
Dealing with our dread, my dear
Yes I know
All that makes the world go round
All that makes the world go round

Oh yeah
Round
Go round
Go round