| Won’t hear a sound at Porton Down,
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| The clear liquids keep their silence,
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| Buried underground at Porton Down
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| The fast form of the final violence.
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| Quite right to be worried about the proliferation
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| Of nuclear bombs and power stations,
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| But there’s a deterrent that’s going to Unearth us yet…
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| Hurry on round about Porton Down,
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| A quick glimpse of the future warfare
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| Hidden under ground at Porton Down;
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| Far too frightening to utter what you saw there.
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| They got bacteria to drop us where we stand,
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| They got diseases still unknown to man,
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| They got the virus and a microgram’s enough
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| To do in a continent.
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| The ultimate madness,
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| Just one shattered test-tube to wipe out the world.
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| It begins with the mustard gas,
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| It proceeds to Hiroshima.
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| The culture moves on —
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| Now it’s bacterial, truly insane.
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| Porton Down waits to fever the brain.
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| Won’t hear a sound at Porton Down,
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| The clear liquids keep their silence
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| Buried underground at Porton Down,
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| The fast form of the final violence.
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| Hurry on round about Porton Down
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| A quick glimpse of the future warfare,
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| Hidden underground at Porton Down,
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| Far too frightening to say what you saw there.
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| No sound at Porton Down,
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| From Porton Down,
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| After Porton Down |