Hey there! Are you wishin’?
That you never heard of fission?
Or skies that are gray,
day after day,
in a Nuclear Winter Wonderland.
Come on! Stop yer wailin’!
Just because the crops are failin’.
Of them we’ve no need;
there’s no one to feed
in a Nuclear Winter Wonderland.
In the middle of the devestation,
we can watch the fallout turn to snow.
Basking in the deadly radiation;
Can you picture how our cheeks will glow?
Later on, we’ll expire
and heave our guts by the fire.
We’ll wither and die;
the Reaper is nigh
in a Nuclear Winter Wonderland!
