F E A R is everywhere here Under the patio Under the hard-earned bought and paid-for home Cushions, scented candles and the lawn Mowing to the beat and the rumble of the coming storm We all know about the wars that are raging All the millions who just cannot see There's so much more that binds us than divides us But our f e a r denies it While the papers stir it The colours of the flag we wave Were and will become blood red again And the madmen all say they hear voices God tells them what to do The wars are all about money They always were And the money's dressed up in religion And when it's not showing off, the money's hiding. Something is cooking inside me... It ain't ready, but already, I'm becoming harder to live with Becoming harder to live with You say I'm becoming harder to live with I'm becoming harder to live with But you can't see into my head You can't see into my head You can't see into my head No, you can't see into my head. And the roads are full of weapons That slide by in the night Tanks all covered in yellow mud Pa** you on the motorway As you drive by with the kids and the buckets and spades Happy Days.