Duck N' Cover - Passage

Push the button at night, trying to reproduce sunshine

The sixties were peanuts, back then people had recourse

«There is no such thing as a five percent nuclear war.»

«There is no such thing as a five percent nuclear war.»

«Now this is a very strange argument that, uh, says

If

Two hundred warheads get through the defense that’s going to destroy

Everything.»

Duck and cover

Duck and cover

«Ballistic missile launches…»

«When they launch, where they launch…»

«When they launch, where they launch…»

«When they launch, where they launch…»

«When they launch, where they launch…»

What’s up with missile shield monkeys trying to white boy the planet

I hear the music of rockets between the radio stations

Hey look it’s poison boy yapping and he looks awfully mechanical

Keep your nose in the air and your dick in the book

Make a baby in the fallout and maybe if your lucky

It’ll look a little like an et jack in the box

With the googly eyes of a control group hooker

ICBM six guns, uranium belt buckle

You’re all liquored up for the old testament barbeque

It’s you and your girlfriend getting licked by the clock

And your nursery’s finished, every last sick little flower

There’s dirt on your date, don’t even bother to keep it

Say that’s a nice looking famine, let’s start dividing the ocean

Our burning cities are tacky, yeah but they’re still fucking burning

The ghastly cowboy in office I think is knocking off early

Emergency broadcast’s a grim informercial

But listen closely for the great, big, final school cancellation

We’re talking big old decisions that leave the earth to the roaches

Flaming swords of whomever and all that other good bullshit

The order of knick knacks thinking trading will continue

Has another thing coming, their kids are glowing in the dark

It was a hell of blast

The cowbell never came back

It ain’t a blow to the market

It’s a hole in the cosmos

It was a hell of blast

The cowbell never came back

It ain’t a blow to the market

It’s a hole in the cosmos

To leave ears ringing and the anglos singing

«There ain’t no shield…»

«There ain’t no shield…»

«There ain’t no shield…»