Trump Talkin’ Nukes - Tim Heidecker

I was born in 1976

Grew upon red dawn and war games, and ICBMs

And after school me and my friends

We’d meet in the garage

And we’d take stock of the garden tools

Of which ones would make good weapons

But my dad had it worse than me

He’d have to hide under a desk

As if that would stop the blast from destroying everything

Then the tactics changed

And the poor used what they had

Like trucks and planes

And bodies strapped with dynamite

And it was terrible, tragic, but it wasn’t a mushroom cloud

And it was terrible, tragic, but it wasn’t a mushroom cloud

But you can’t put the genie back

In fact it’s a miracle that it hasn’t happened yet

Crazy how it only takes a maniac

Crazy how it only takes a maniac