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