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When all the world stood on the edge and a quivering
panicking with the promise of nuclear war

And altogether the enemies kept their positions 
built their arsenals to keep on threatening

But no one really knew for sure 
and no one knew what for

Everyone building their fallout shelters
in their basements, in their gardens and their souls
duck and cover 
detectors and defectors
those rats a scurrying 
had everybody running 
to the safety of their holes

Still the senseless spreading the paranoia
and their governments will accuse the destroyer

Ideologically divided
all the arguments are forever one-sided
and so humanity never stands together  

If we can't resolve this high-flown political problem
with their fingers poised over the war-machines button
global obliteration
yes its got be 
the final solution

! Mutually Assured Destruction !

But then there's no one left to spend their cash
no one left to clean up their mess
and there's no one there to save them from 
the fallout's radiation when it comes

Round and round the wheel we keep on turning
a different story but its just as menacing

Find an economic solution to the global problem
of controlling the planetary population

Another way to implement segregation
and prove their supremacy to themselves
find another way to turn this paradise into hell

Another way to turn them each and everyone 
and make the enemy of themselves
another way to spin it all 
and turn them round and around our wheel

But no one really knows for sure 
and no one really understands 
what the wheel is for

And everyone hears the media sirens warning
danger with fear as the threat is coming 
and now you'll need a microscope to see
how invisible ICBM's can really be 

With their fingers poised over the war-machines button
Mutually Assured Profit 
is now the solution
and everyone believes a needles tip will be
the only way to solve the problem

And now all the lies are calling you for a truce
just to keep you distanced from the truth
as the whole world stands a quivering on the edge
the wheels been turned
and the weapons arsenals have returned
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