gold or duck and cover cos you're the first they'll pick you see on me it's taken it's toll If you think we live for violence you're wrong it's wrong
And as I walk about this cold desolate waste I just pray for my return to open arms and to a friendly place but this is not the time and I can't see
melted off and it didn't make me sad that the world had to end cos the greedy the oppressors were the rulers of the land all civilization leveled by war
toes every night another mile of eggshells is paving every road still believing everything they're told a new life spun out of control Violence breeds violence
