| Well we’d all go down
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| To our caverns underground
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| And in our backyard caves
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| We’d hear the sirens sound
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| And we took it very well
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| When then black rains fell
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| When the dust came down around us
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| We were safe and sound
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| It was baby needs shoes
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| The PTA and barbeques
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| And it was two-handed touch
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| Out on the white house lawn
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| And we were nobody’s fools
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| Fillin' in the swimming pools
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| We poured concrete and steel
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| When the neighbours had gone
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| Now we all live here together
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| Yes we all live here as one
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| Now we all share the comforts
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| Of a hole in the ground
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| And we all remember livin' in the sun
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| Here in the shelter
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| We heard nuclear freeze
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| We heard first-strike strategies
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| We heard how to pay the taxman
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| When the big one falls
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| We heard good guys and bad guys
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| We heard little lies and big lies
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| About who comes out the winners
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| And it’s not that bad at all
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| When a madman gets a gun
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| He’s gonna point it at someone
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| If it’s up in texas tower
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| Or over there across the pond
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| And if you step on his pride
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| Or if he hurts somewhere inside
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| He might let one fly
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| When his nerves are gone
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| Now we all live here together
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| Yes we all live here as one
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| Now we all share the comforts
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| Of a hole in the ground
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| And we all remember livin' in the sun
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| Here in the shelter |