Lyrics Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian Roulette - Moving Hearts

Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian Roulette

They dropped the bomb in '45 to end the world
No one had ever seen such a terrible sight before
The world looked on with eyes wide to see where it might lead
The politics of power pass around the seed
It was a time to remember, we never can forget
They were playin' Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian roulette
They arose like the saviors of the modern human race
With radiation halos that hung about their face
With the key to the sure cure and the treatment of our ills
A hot shot of cobalt and a pocket full of pills
Speaking always of the enemy who lurked across the sea
While they crept in among us like a carrier disease
Deep down inside the bunkers of the concrete and the lead
Einstein’s disciples work steadily ahead
Making heavy metal power plants to fire the city lights
All you can hear in the underground is the humming through the night
The walls of tight security circle all around
Where they spill out their poison and they bury it in the ground
Hole up in the harbours hidden secretly away
Warheads and submarines wait to make their play
The military masterminds improve on their designs
The soldiers get doped up and stumble through the lines
The spills into the river get carried out by the tide
They call this security but we’re not satisfied
Our statesmen and leaders with their politicians pay
Quick to heed the hand that feeds, they’re careful what they say
They call out experts to assure us, to wave their magic wands
This is the power of the future and the future marches on
And they call in all theirs favours, all their political gains
While the spills fill the rivers and settle in the plains
They’ve caused the death of millions, that’s their stock and trade
They will be afflicted by the fallout that they’ve made
They’ve sealed their own inevitable doom and it must surely come
Not even the moons of Jupiter will be far enough way to run
When the earth that they’ve assaulted begins to turn around
And the unavoidable gravity sucks them to the ground
I know the minds behind them, they are fiddled full of holes
Not to be trusted with their hands at the controls
Their eyesight it is twisted by the glory of their careers
The heaped praise of flattery is music to their ears
To listen to them talk about how it hasn’t happened yet
Is like playin' Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian roulette