| Home watching Star Trek
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| everything’s o.k.
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| little do I know
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| Soviet missiles are on the way
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| the bastards set loose
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| the wardogs Tyr and Loki
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| weatherman’s predicting rain
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| but fire it’ll be Minutemen launching, Air-sirens haunting
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| Warheads detonating, Cremating
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| I’m living at — Ground Zero
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| I’m dying at
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| I’m burning at
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| I’m frying at From my bed I hear the sirens
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| screaming of foreboding
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| populous escaping highways overloading
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| bridge is down tunnel’s flooded
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| only got six minutes
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| head between my legs I kiss my balls goodbye
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| they’re finished
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| MX’s blasting, Skyscrapers crashing
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| Fallout liberated, We’re wasted
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| Jesus I beg of thee
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| don’t take my life
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| return me to the womb
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| from which I was torn
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| birth is a sin
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| and the punishment is death
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| I wish you had left me unborn
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| I shit my pants as I wait for the reaper
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| lie in fetal position
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| tears stream down my cheeks
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| as I call out for my mother
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| and say an act of contrition
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| we’ll fight this war with germs and atoms
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| destroy our only home
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| our mutated descendants battle the next
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| with sticks and stones
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| Are we not savages
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| innately destined to maim and kill?
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| blame it on the environment
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| heredity or evolution we’re still responsible
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| our intelligence may progress
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| at geometric rates
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| yet socially we remain belligerent neonates |