When I look back on what I did I sold my soul for the highest bid I gave my heart to a higher law I played my part in the holy war Once a child looked through these eyes And saw the world in all of its beauty What kind of man controls these hands What kind of God, what kind of destiny Once a mother raised her son With tenderness and pride she watched him grow I wonder where the love has gone I wonder if she'll ever really know When I look back on what I've done It's down the barrel of a loaded gun Whatever I was fighting for There's no such thing as a holy war I don't believe it anymore I'll never fight another holy war