Is this civilization Is this all we’re gonna be A helpless United Nations A censored BBC War in the African nations Hate in the Middle East Just a mess of frustration Waiting for release Oh no! When they beat a drum it’s too much to swallow Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow I’m not ready to fight, I’m not ready to go I saw an F-111 Beside a Kremlin guard And the Magnificent Seven In the printed word Is this a public service Or a civil war While I sit here nervous Waiting for a call Oh no! When they beat a drum it’s too much to swallow Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow I’m not ready to fight, I’m not ready to go Let cities crumble, empires waste And generals find a resting place For leaders too will be replaced If fear and fate come face to face Leave a red sky for night time Know a mother’s love Here now for all time Lose the tyrant’s glove Give the whole of the life lime On the reaching palm Leave us out of the dead line For tomorrow’s man Oh no! When they beat a drum it’s too much to swallow Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow I’m not ready to fight, I’m not ready to go Oh no! When they beat a drum it’s too much to swallow Oh no! When they beat that drum it just sounds so hollow I’m not ready to fight, I’m not ready to go