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Man's Extinction
I wonder what everyone will say on that last and final day when the bomb has burst and the sky's ablaze the sun disappeared in that deathly haze of Nuclear Dust I think I left the iron on Do you think this will take long? Did you put the dogs away Shall we bow our heads and pray Is there any point in making dinner? There goes Mary, she looks a bit thinner than when I saw her last I forgot to close my Bank Account Let's go to town and have a drink It may be our last Maybe we should wait till rush hour has passed, I need to stop and think This could just bring us together as a nation If we don't all die of Irradiation I think we should all bow and to pray This suspension is going feel the car sway The Stock Market has tumbled before whatever we've lost we're sure to regain if it's not all destroyed by acid rain Shall we see a show, the cinema's close by We are so convince we shall not die And die we did when the air grew chill Irradiation can make you ill It can also kill and make you feel lowly Very slowly
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