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Home watching star trek
Everything's O.K.
Little do I know
Soviet missiles are on the way
The bastards set loose
The war Gods tyr and lok
Weatherman's predicting rain
But fire it'll be
Minutemen launching, air sirens
Warheads detonating cremating haunting
I'm living at - Ground Zero
I'm burning at
I'm frying at
From my bed I hear the sirens
Screaming of foreboding
Populus escapine highways over loading
Bridge is down tunnel's flooded
Only got six minutes
Head between my legs, I kiss my ball goodbye
They're finished
Mx's blasting, skyscrapers crashing
Fall out liberated, we're wasted
Jesus I beg of thee
Don't take my life
Return me to the womb
From which I was torn
Birth is a sin
And the punishment is death
I wish you had left me unborn
I shit my ponts as I wait for the reaper
Lie in fatal position
Tears stream down my cheeks
As I call for my mother
And say an act of contrition
We'll fight this war with Germs and atoms
Destroy our only home
Our mutated descendants battle the next
With sticks and stones
Are we not savages
Innately destined to mam and pigs?
Blame it on the environment
Heredity or evolution we're still respondible
Our intelligence any progress
At geometric rates
Yes socially we remain belligerent neonates
Home watching star trek   Everything's O.K.   Little do I know   Soviet missiles are on the way   The bastards set loose   The war Gods tyr and lok   Weatherman's predicting rain   But fire it'll be   Minutemen launching, air sirens   Warheads detonating cremating haunting   I'm living at - Ground Zero   I'm burning at   I'm frying at   From my bed I hear the sirens   Screaming of foreboding   Populus escapine highways over loading   Bridge is down tunnel's flooded   Only got six minutes   Head between my legs, I kiss my ball goodbye   They're finished   Mx's blasting, skyscrapers crashing   Fall out liberated, we're wasted   Jesus I beg of thee   Don't take my life   Return me to the womb   From which I was torn   Birth is a sin   And the punishment is death   I wish you had left me unborn   I shit my ponts as I wait for the reaper   Lie in fatal position   Tears stream down my cheeks   As I call for my mother   And say an act of contrition   We'll fight this war with Germs and atoms   Destroy our only home   Our mutated descendants battle the next   With sticks and stones   Are we not savages   Innately destined to mam and pigs?   Blame it on the environment   Heredity or evolution we're still respondible   Our intelligence any progress   At geometric rates   Yes socially we remain belligerent neonates