WWIII
scared about the future
you wonder what you're gonna do
feeling so small, not a thing that one can do
piercing through your heart like an enemy bayonet
peeking out the window, have they come for your neighbors yet
or are they coming for you?
what's a free election if a gun is pointed at your head?
talk the wrong religion in the wrong place, wind up dead
still building bombs and the bank owns the farmer's farm
time to rise up people, time to rise up in arms
ww3, don't tread on me,
don't you feel it breaking out all over?
ww3, don't tread on me,
don't you feel it breaking out all over?
We gotta stop it before it's too late
there's a new world order
and you better get your ass in line
or you'll be on the outside
where life is like doing time
you gotta feel sorry for the children of the Earth today
robbed of their future, no reason to laugh and play,
and they know as well as you and I that we could all be blown away,
take one last look around the world, blink your eye
ww3, don't tread on me,
don't you feel it breaking out all over?
ww3, don't tread on me,
don't you feel it breaking out all over?
We gotta stop it before it's too late
ww3, don't tread on me,
don't you feel it breaking out all over?
ww3, don't tread on me,
don't you feel it breaking out all over?
We gotta stop it before it's too late
music and lyrics by Larree; arrangement created with Suno AI
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