Lyrics Duck N' Cover - Passage

Duck N' Cover

Push the button at night, trying to reproduce sunshine
The sixties were peanuts, back then people had recourse
«There is no such thing as a five percent nuclear war.»
«There is no such thing as a five percent nuclear war.»
«Now this is a very strange argument that, uh, says
If
Two hundred warheads get through the defense that’s going to destroy
Everything.»
Duck and cover
Duck and cover
«Ballistic missile launches…»
«When they launch, where they launch…»
«When they launch, where they launch…»
«When they launch, where they launch…»
«When they launch, where they launch…»
What’s up with missile shield monkeys trying to white boy the planet
I hear the music of rockets between the radio stations
Hey look it’s poison boy yapping and he looks awfully mechanical
Keep your nose in the air and your dick in the book
Make a baby in the fallout and maybe if your lucky
It’ll look a little like an et jack in the box
With the googly eyes of a control group hooker
ICBM six guns, uranium belt buckle
You’re all liquored up for the old testament barbeque
It’s you and your girlfriend getting licked by the clock
And your nursery’s finished, every last sick little flower
There’s dirt on your date, don’t even bother to keep it
Say that’s a nice looking famine, let’s start dividing the ocean
Our burning cities are tacky, yeah but they’re still fucking burning
The ghastly cowboy in office I think is knocking off early
Emergency broadcast’s a grim informercial
But listen closely for the great, big, final school cancellation
We’re talking big old decisions that leave the earth to the roaches
Flaming swords of whomever and all that other good bullshit
The order of knick knacks thinking trading will continue
Has another thing coming, their kids are glowing in the dark
It was a hell of blast
The cowbell never came back
It ain’t a blow to the market
It’s a hole in the cosmos
It was a hell of blast
The cowbell never came back
It ain’t a blow to the market
It’s a hole in the cosmos
To leave ears ringing and the anglos singing
«There ain’t no shield…»
«There ain’t no shield…»
«There ain’t no shield…»