Oh, it ain't safe, you better watch out  They're coming to get you - sickle and shroud  They'll turn you to stone and burn out your sky  They've got your number - television eyes  The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights    You think you can fight, hold on to your ground  The fingers of doom - time's counting down  You think you can run from the mushroom cloud  Rain turns to cinder when the hammer comes down  The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights  You The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights  You're living on the edge of a psycholdelic nightmare    I covered my face, I closed my door  The skyline was falling like the armies before  In the dust and the heat, the sound of change  Hell bent for leather, nothing remained  The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights