An eye for an eye
Soon everybody’s blind
I’m quaking from the demons I’m gonna find
My back is breaking
From the things left behind
Oh say can you see that we’re being robbed blind

And the dead shall walk
And the [bad word] talk
Humming in our heads
As peter pays paul
It's a rich man’s war
But a poor man’s blood

And the dead shall walk
And the [bad word] talk
Its a rich man’s war 
But a poor man’s blood
You start to see the strings
Of the greatest show on earth

Is this all we are?
Does it [bad word] down 
To just wanting to be [bad word] shine on my grave
Wash the dust from bone 
And the mourning of this sorry slave

And the dead shall walk
And the [bad word] talk
Humming in our heads 
as peter pays paul
it’s a rich man’s war
but a poor man’s blood

and the dead shall walk
and the [bad word] talk
it’s a rich man’s war 
but a poor man’s blood
and you start to see the strings 
of the greatest show on earth