Oh yeah, critical mass, detonation countdown, July 16th, 1945

This is how we learned to fear the bomb and wonder how we'd all ever make it out alive

And it's a strange love to love such a strange thing, you know I can't say I feel the same

And it's irony to me that a burning sensation means a world so cold it freezes your brain



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Oh, pile the skulls up, there must be a million or more

We'll pile the skulls on bones and ashes, there must be a million or more

Oh, bury the dead now, there must be a million or more

We'll bury the dead 'neath bones and ashes, there must be a million or more



Listen up now,

Governments may create a world of hate in which we have to live and breath every day

Fallout and radiation sickness, red pollution through the myriad waste

Building their weapons of death and mass destruction, meeting out the justice by megaton

Can we forget the Chernobyl devastation and remember the Uranium gone?



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One world or none, there's gotta be one world or none

There's gotta be one world or none, there's gotta be one world, one world where we can



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