| In the closing minutes of pre-zone time |
| With the world hanging over the edge |
| As the messages flew down the red hot lines |
| We did the body count in our heads |
| And the true believers looked on and laughed |
| As the landscape cracked and bled |
| Begind the barrier |
| Well I still don’t know how he did it And I wonder how high it goes |
| I only know that life goes on For the lucky ones here in the zone |
| And the true believers looked on and laughed |
| Till the last cruise missle had flown |
| Begind the barrier |
| And the minutemen stood as we knew they would |
| And the world went temporarily sane |
| And the radio said |
| «my god cover your heads |
| And get out of the boiling rain» |
| Get behind the barrier |
| Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya Behind the barrier |
| And the minutemen stood as we knew they would |
| And the world went temporarily sane |
| And the radio said |
| «my god cover your heads |
| And get out of the boiling rain» |
| And the true believers looked on and laughed |
| Till the last cruise missle had flown |
| And life goes on for the lucky ones |
| Out here in the zone |
| Behind the barrier |
| Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya |