Big Blue Ball of War Lyrics

In 1914, this ball was at war
It went from Belgium on through Ireland
The Congo, then back homeThis big blue ball of war spun on it's own
Spinning history in lines of blood
When many souls fell offAnd we all ride on, this big blue ball of war
Souls with tickets through the veil, we all ride on
And we all ride on, this big blue ball of war
We choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of warAlmost a century the blood has flowed
We've killed our men of peace around this ball
And refused to hear their ghostsWe spend our destinies in deeds of hate
Humanity upon this ball
Is just a bloody fall from graceAnd we all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
Souls with tickets through the veil
We all ride on, and we all ride on
(We all ride)

This big blue ball of war
We choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of warA reformation just might save us all
A voice of harmony and open heart
Where the women teach the songThese men of evil deed can be proven wrong
If we join hand to hand with Abraham
So not a soul falls offAnd we'll all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
Souls with tickets through the veil
We'll all ride on, and we'll all ride on
(We all ride)
This big blue ball of war
We'll choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of warWe'll choose to spin around and ride
This big blue ball of war