One Nation Under the Bomb (Live)

Four minutes left in the game to play
Since that day in forty-five we've never had a say
Was it solution to combat the right?
Or just to stay ahead in the never-ending fight
The president's plaything in the name of Manhattan
Just another Hiroshima for him to flatten
The protest signs are spread across the earth
But will the protests pay their worth?
They keep us at bay with piles of businessmen's excuses
Planning hard, they've got us bored
But our blood will run like juicеs
How long left now? The hands tick by
Will we gеt our answers to what, where or why?
Who'll press the button? Who'll start the war?
Who'll survive the slaughter? Who'll perish on the floor?
The part you play in this fucked up set leads to the overhead threat you'll never forget
Times up now, no protest crowd
Just have you got your fucking shroud?
No no no no!

We stopped the song to call you out on your complacency
To remind you that nuclear war isn't just something to fucking sing about
They've got nuclear bases in the countryside pointed at your homes
They use it control and exterminate you
It's not coming anymore, it's here
Now! No! Now! No! Now! Fucking no!