And we've all got sick with our cooler than thou  Holier than shit attitudes  Still the war goes on just drop the bomb  There's nothing left to lose  There's a bullet in this gun so you've got till  the count of one before they shoot  Let's get a disease there's nothing better to do  So we'll give it to you and then do as we please  We'll move to mars, buy big fast cars  Then spread with ease  'Cos this gun's pointing at you  So you've only got till two before they shoot  Still the rhythm goes  Still the rhythm goes  Still the rhythm goes  Let's start a war where lots of people get killed  We destroy the world there's nothing left no more  Rid the earth of a race right off its face just say we're bored  'Cos if that gun's pointing a me  Then you've only got till three before they shoot  Let's invent a drug, yeah!  That's addictive quick, makes you sick with an instant hug  We'll sell it to kids who'll flip their lids then total crook  You don't get to the count of four  They don't do that anymore before they shoot  Still the rhythm goes  Still the rhythm goes  Still the rhythm goes....on!!  It's a very, very good  It's a very, very good  It's a very, very good  It's a very, very poor