We talk of stories yesterday   Of how we worked and never played   How that things were better then   when lads were lads………. and men were men   your history means nothing now   it never meant much any how   all your crying is in vain   your gonna die in screaming pain…pain….pain….pain      lets roll on world war lll   Were burning the rubbish of society   roll on world war lll   Your gonna burn with me………      This world is but you are small   Your words are meanless most of all   All you do is criticise    of how your better in your eyes   Well don't you know that your all kids   your kids grew up……….you never did   all your crying is in vain    your gonna die in screaming pain…pain….pain….pain      Lets roll on world war lll   Were burning the rubbish of society   Roll on world war ll   Your gonna burn with me…………      So we talk of stories yesterday    Of how we worked and never played   How that things were better then   When lads were lads…………and men were men   Well don't you know that your all kids   Your kids grew up……….you never did   Only little time will tell    I'll see you bastards all in hell……hell……..hell…..hell      Lets roll on world war lll   Were burning the scum of society   Roll on world war lll   Your gonna burn with me…………..      Burn rubbish……….rubbish burn………burn……..burn…..burn……burn