One Nation under the Bomb - Conflict

Four minutes left in the game to play

Since that day in forty-five we’ve never had a say

Was it solution to combat the right?

Or just to stay ahead in the never-ending fight

The president’s plaything in the name of Manhattan

Just another Hiroshima for him to flatten

The protest signs are spread across the earth

But will the protests pay their worth?

They keep us at bay with piles of businessmen’s excuses

Planning hard, they’ve got us bored, but our blood will run like juices

How long left now?

The hands tick by

Will we get our answers to what, where or why?

Who’ll press the button?

Who’ll start the war?

Who’ll survive the slaughter?

Who’ll perish on the floor?

The part you play in this fucked up set leads to the overhead threat you’ll

never forget

The times up now, no protest crowd

Just have you got your final shroud?

It’s coming now.

Now!

Now!

Now!