Flameing armageddon dancing across the sky, Left us victim to nuclear that came in the night, Political control has been left on the wire, The stress gets no higher, when the drivers tired.
The radiations set in and now its time to die, Actions of the elected will end our homely lives, A fiery flood comes and democracies walls tired, The system's a liar, they'll all die in the fire.
Now we can quarantine, All victims of the machine, Unwilling martyrs, To die in the fire.
Die in the fire.
In our final hour we're left in the wake, Of political turmoil and now we must pray, That something can be made from our ashes, Cattle killed off by those bastards.
Now there's nothing left and we're wishing, We looked into who's ass we we're kissing, Can something really be made from the ashes, Or have we kicked our own human asses?