Lyrics:

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



They fan the flames of fear

Dealing with our dread, my dear

Yes I know

That all makes the world go round



Spend our money on defence

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

All that makes the world go round



They have the biggest banks,

The biggest walls,

Bullets and bombs for the biggest guns

Oh, they fan the flames of fear

Dealing with our dread, my dear