Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
Working for a Nuclear Free City
In space I weight not
Closed eyes and empty hands
Your inch is my mile
You know you’re a soft touch
And when your golden children
Grow taller than the buildings
They’ll silence all the sirens and guns
They’ve already won