Across the sea peace, countries try to unite
All cry to be free, no more individual might
Dispose of warheads, guns into the fire
World cries peace, all personally desired

Directions of the world, all cry peace
No more fighting, all armies cease
Directions of the world, all cry peace
No more fighting, all armies cease

Mushroom clouds are a thing of the past
Utopian societies will never last
United nations, no outcasts
Maybe peace, peace at last

Directions of the world, all cry peace
No more fighting, all armies cease
Directions of the world, all cry peace
No more fighting, all armies cease

"Industrialize america 
And keep the jobs at home"
We'll all feel the employment crunch 
And on the streets we'll roam, ha-ha!