Tank up with fumes, let the dial hit the red fires at the dawn of the city´s edge ripping up roads, making like the dead long lost friendships hanging in the wind rag-tag scarecrows blown in the snow abandoned buildings row by row all the colours of grey in a fall- out fog the human country lit up like a cross
Oh what the future holds there´s no future oh whta the future hides there´s no future Oh what the future holds there´s no future oh whta the future hides there´s no future
We could be an army, we could dig a grave we´re hot on heels of an atomic wave kickking up dust on bright dead sun you light a cigarette, I´ll bring the guns nowhere to go to, waiting to come itching as the cold pressure turns us on a fugitive-hunger clatter of bones bringing the sound of the bomb-blast home
Into the Nuclear Winter Nuclear Nuclear Winter! into the Nuclear Winter Nuclear Nuclear Winter!
Frost cloaks the backs of the shuffling souls as they moan through the smog with an eerie drawl palace of pale white ancient scars entombed glacial quilted cars the cold desert drift, diamond flesh you´ll only see as far as your hand will stretch limbs shake with fear of the nuclear blues her a man has no learn how to loseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
