Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh The problem got buried alongside the flesh The contamination of body and soul By nuclear waste dumped along time ago When fther was thirty he worked for the state Producing the weapon to keep a stalemate Deterence by inference no one could win Balancing power but the knife edge was thin Father was paid so he didn't complain But felt that it was rather a dangerous game Producing a toy t destroy was it wrong? But problems came up so he had to stay on The production of waste was the problem to solve It wouldn't evaporate, rot or dissolve They used metal coffins to bury at sea The nuclear raioactivity They said it was safe for a very long time And paid off the papers to say that was fine And nobody worried about that anymore They were too busy worrying about the next war...
The wastage seeped out and diseases were found in the lungs of the men who worked underground "It's coaldust, it's cancer; it's normal" they said 'Til somebody shouted "these people are dyine, someone is lying" And Father is dead.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
