I've got a bomb shelter in my backyard 

With a years supply of beer, some guns and a deck of cards 

Just me and the band a couple girls with big tits 

We're having a party on the eve of the apocalypse 



The Punx'll survive the nuclear blast 

Then the world will be ours at last 

We'll ransack the local armory 

And get all kids of high tech weaponry 

Living in the rubble of World War III 

Safe in a fortified brewery 

With motion detectors and claymore mines 

To back our No Tresspassing signs 



We'll be tyrants and do as we please 

Enslave the pitiful refugees 

We'll be a new society 

The most decadent in history 

With sex-slave girls on golden chains 

And bloody arena combat games 

Exotic grisly executions 

Are weekend party institutions 



[Chorus:]

Nuclear castastrophe 

Armageddon World War III 

The end of the world but not for me 

It's my post punkrock nuke fantasy 



On safari in the forbidden zone 

where flesh-eating zombies roam 

Our enemies staked out as bait 

Lure mutants to where we wait 

We let them have their ghoulish feast 

Then open up and spray the beasts 

So just remember if you cross us 

Mutants shall feast on thine carcass 



[Repeat Chorus]



Burning survivalists out of their shelters 

Omega man singing Helter Skelter 

Road warriors with beers in hand 

Amrageddons offical band