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People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads

And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads

Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall

Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall

Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords

Shun words of the Bible, we need implements of war.

Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain

Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again

Chorus:

Where do we go from here?

And should we really care

The end is finally here

God have mercy!

Now we've rewtitten history

The one thing we've found out

Sweet taste of vindication

It turns to ashes in your mouth

Chorus:

Where do we go from here?

And should we really care

The end is finally here

God have mercy!

If you're fighting to live

It's OK to die !

The answer to your question is...

Welcome to tomorrow!

Solo: Marty

Solo: Marty

Solo: Dave

Where do we go from here?

God have mercy!

Chorus:

Where do we go from here?

And should we really care

The end is finally here

God have mercy!