| Tank up with fumes, let the dial hit the red
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| Fires at the dawn of the city’s edge
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| Ripping up roads, making like the dead
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| Tank up with fumes, let the dial hit the red
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| Fires at the dawn of the city’s edge
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| Ripping up roads, making like the dead
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| Long lost friendships hanging the wind
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| Rag-tag scarecrows blown in the snow
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| Abandoned buildings row by row
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| All the colours of grey in a fall-out fog
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| The human country lit up like a cross
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| Oh what the future holds
|
| There’s no future
|
| Oh what the future hides
|
| There’s no future
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| Oh what the future holds
|
| There’s no future
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| Oh what the future hides
|
| There’s no future
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| We could be an army, we could dig a grave
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| We’re hot on the heels of an atomic wave
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| Kicking up dust on a bright dead sun
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| You light a cigarette, I’ll bring the guns
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| Nowhere to go, waiting to come
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| Itching as the cold pressure turns us on
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| A fugitive-hunger clatter of bones
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| Bringing the sound of the bomb-blast home
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| Into the Nuclear Winter
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| Nuclear
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| Nuclear Winter!
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| Into the Nuclear Winter
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| Nuclear
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| Nuclear Winter!
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| Frost cloaks the backs of the shuffling souls
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| As they moan through the smog with an eerie drawl
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| Palace of pale white ancient scars
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| Entombed glacial quilted cars
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| The cold desert drift, diamond flesh
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| You’ll only see as far as your hand will stretch
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| Limbs shake with fear of the nuclear blues
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| Here a man has to learn how to loose
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| Oh what the future holds
|
| There’s no future
|
| Oh what the future hides
|
| There’s no future
|
| Oh what the future holds
|
| There’s no future
|
| Oh what the future hides
|
| There’s no future
|
| Into the Nuclear Winter
|
| Nuclear
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| Nuclear Winter!
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| Into the Nuclear Winter
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| Nuclear
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| Nuclear Winter! |