| Song | Tools for War |
| Artist | Leeway |
| Album | Born to Expire |
| 作曲 : Novello, Sutton | |
| Farrakhan semetic death raids | |
| Black man wants jews on a plate | |
| Fascist religions, noxious parades | |
| Turning racism into charades | |
| Evil minds are learning | |
| Constantly churning | |
| A negative approach | |
| Burying your hopes | |
| Tools for war | |
| Chemical Gore | |
| Rich control, sympathy for the poor | |
| Kill or be killed ways | |
| All to your dismay | |
| Terrorists in action | |
| World unsatisfaction | |
| That's the way they want it to be | |
| You know that things ain't easy | |
| But you can hold your breath until you're blue in the face | |
| You want to take my life | |
| Draft me; abduct me | |
| What does all this mean? | |
| How can I even the score? | |
| Tools for war | |
| Now I'll have to suffer | |
| Say goodbye to mother | |
| Pay your last respects | |
| Cause I have no regrets | |
| That's the way they want it to be | |
| You know that things aint easy | |
| The button is red | |
| So let it be said | |
| In a matter of time | |
| We'll all be dead |
| zuò qǔ : Novello, Sutton | |
| Farrakhan semetic death raids | |
| Black man wants jews on a plate | |
| Fascist religions, noxious parades | |
| Turning racism into charades | |
| Evil minds are learning | |
| Constantly churning | |
| A negative approach | |
| Burying your hopes | |
| Tools for war | |
| Chemical Gore | |
| Rich control, sympathy for the poor | |
| Kill or be killed ways | |
| All to your dismay | |
| Terrorists in action | |
| World unsatisfaction | |
| That' s the way they want it to be | |
| You know that things ain' t easy | |
| But you can hold your breath until you' re blue in the face | |
| You want to take my life | |
| Draft me abduct me | |
| What does all this mean? | |
| How can I even the score? | |
| Tools for war | |
| Now I' ll have to suffer | |
| Say goodbye to mother | |
| Pay your last respects | |
| Cause I have no regrets | |
| That' s the way they want it to be | |
| You know that things aint easy | |
| The button is red | |
| So let it be said | |
| In a matter of time | |
| We' ll all be dead |