Nuclear War
Welcome to the sounds of the Division Bell
On the highway to Nuclear Hell
Fire up the Rocket's
Sleep under your bed
Politics are dead
In foreign water's
And parallel borders
Where missiles land
All is slight of underhand
Commander in Chief
What's the brief
Mad dog's and glory
Same old story
No 1 wins
Many die
Money, Money, Money
Money is the Honey
The soldiers are the Bee's
The weapons are the Queen's
The Plane's are the Sting
And the Hive and the Nest
Provide the Bunkers
Where the Finger
Fires
All to Death
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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