Home watching Star Trek
Everything’s o.k.
Little do I know
Soviet missiles are on the way
The bastards set loose
The wardogs Tyr and Loki
Weatherman’s predicting rain
But fire it’ll be
Minutemen launching, Air-sirens haunting
Warheads detonating, Cremating
I’m living at — Ground Zero
I’m dying at
I’m burning at
I’m frying at
>From my bed I hear the sirens
Screaming of foreboding
Populous escaping highways overloading
Bridge is down tunnel’s flooded
Only got six minutes
Head between my legs I kiss my balls goodbye
They’re finished
MX’s blasting, Skyscrapers crashing
Fallout liberated, We’re wasted
Jesus I beg of thee
Don’t take my life
Return me to the womb