Songtext:
In 1914 this ball was at war Fotos auf Klebefolie It went from Belgium on through Ireland The Congo, then back home
This big blue ball of war spun on its own Deko basteln Spinning history in lines of blood When many souls fell off
(chorus) We all ride on (we all ride) Gute Taten This big blue ball of war Souls with tickets through the veil We all ride on We all ride on (we all ride) Glücksrad mieten This big blue ball of war We choose to spin around and ride This big blue ball of war Muttertagsgeschenk Almost a century, the blood has flowed We've killed our men of peace around this ball And refused to hear their ghosts Foxtrotters We spend our destinies in deeds of hate Humanity upon this ball Is just a bloody fall from grace
(chorus)
A reformation might just save us all A voice of harmony and open heart Where the women teach the song
These men of evil deed can be proven wrong If we join hand to hand with Abraham So not a soul falls off
