Living through another Cuba   it's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle   while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle      Russia and America are at each other's throats   but don't you cry   just on your knees and pray, and while you're   down there, kiss your arse goodbye      We're the bulldog on the fence   while others play their tennis overhead   it's hardly love all and somebody might   wind up red or dead   pour some oil on the water quick   it doesn't really matter where from   he love me, he loves me not   he's pulling fins from an atom bomb      This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so   if they're not careful your watch won't be the   only thing with a radioactive glow   I'll stick my fingers in my ears   and hope they make it up before too late   if we get through this lot alright   they're due for replay, 1998