| I live like a cockroach
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| In a basement wet and cold
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| Maybe i’ll never know
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| If there’s life at the surface
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| I guess i’m doomed for life
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| To spend it in this shelter
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| Fall out blocks the sun
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| For the years to come
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| The fires raged on and on
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| Then the winter came moving on
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| It’s cold and dark living underground
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| Buried alive by a nuclear blast
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| Fire scorching earth
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| There was nowhere to run
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| Then the storms they would howl
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| Blowing black snow, blowing death around
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| I look into your eyes
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| The x-ray shining through
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| Claustrophobic madness
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| Kill your beloved, killing everyone
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| At the dawn of a new age
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| The age of quarrel
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| And the age of quarrel
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| Turned into the age of ice
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| The fires raged on and on
|
| Then the winter came moving on
|
| It’s cold and dark living underground
|
| Buried alive by a nuclear blast
|
| I live like a cockroach
|
| In a basement wet and cold
|
| Maybe i’ll never know
|
| If there’s life at the surface
|
| I guess i’m doomed for life
|
| To spend it in this shelter
|
| Fall out blocks the sun
|
| For the years to come
|
| At the dawn of a new age
|
| The age of quarrel
|
| And the age of quarrel
|
| Turned into the age of ice |