Nuclear age again    Forcing errors, miscalculate -    A decimation game    Nuclear age again       Several hundred thousand deformations    Sink down in disbelief    That the meltdowns and the leaks    Are now perceived as historic blips       Call that an option?    In any case it's supreme condescension    Call that an option?       Nuclear age ordains    Weapons in through the front door    To all through the back door    Nuclear age ordains       What is yours cannot be theirs    So divine rights up the stakes    While humanity hopes and cowers       Call that an option?    Whichever way, it's one step from extinction    Call that an option?       Dismantle, disarm now       Rouge superstate will officiate    Whichever the banner flown,    This cannot be rightfully owned       Dismantle, disarm now       The loftier the tyrant    The greater the joyous pull,    Yearning for Meggido