ONE NATION UNDER THE BOMB


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!  

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