Gods Of War Lyrics - Balls To Picasso - Bruce Dickinson

Oh, oh, oh 

Oh, oh, oh 

Oh, oh, oh 

When I was younger I thought, 

That to kill or be killed was a thing to be proud of 

Victim of change, prisoner of hope, hanged by the neck 

On the end of a rope, I don't know, I don't care 

Oh, one of the damned 

Oh, part of the plan 

Cry oh oh oh the Gods of war 

They howl and cry for more 

Cry oh oh oh the Gods of war 

They howl and cry for more 

Now taking both sides at a time, on the front line 

You can join in the fear share, in the bloodshed 

Investing your money in guns, the infinite fun 

Of some warlord you saved from his rusty grave 

Oh, one of the damned 

Oh, part of the plan, oh 

Cry oh oh oh the Gods of war 

They howl and cry for more 

Cry oh oh oh the Gods of war 

They howl and cry for more 

Cry oh oh oh the Gods of war 

They howl and cry for more 

Cry oh oh oh the Gods of war 

They howl and cry for more 

Oh, oh, oh 

Oh, oh, oh 

Oh, oh, oh