| They said protect and you’ll survive ---
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| (But our postman didn’t call)
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| 8lbs. |
| of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall
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| They said protect and you’ll survive
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| E.M.P. |
| took out the radio ---
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| (And our milk-man didn’t call)
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| Flash blinded by the pretty lights
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| Didn’t see his bottles fall
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| Or feel the warm black rain arrive
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| Big friendly cloud builds in the West
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| (And our dust-men haven’t called)
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| They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour ---
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| A tail wind chasing them away
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| And in deep shelters lurk below, sub-regional control
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| Who sympathise but cannot help
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| To mend your body or your soul
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| Self-appointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face
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| When steady sirens sing all-clear they pop up
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| Find nobody here
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| And so I watch two new suns spin ---
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| (Our paper man doesn’t call)
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| Burnt shadow printed on the road --- now there’s nothing there at all
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| They said protect and you’ll survive |