World War 3 - Who Ordered Mushrooms

Before: When no middle ground can be found amid rifts They’ll send in a few unsolicited gifts The east and the west shall politely decline each incoming gift with a two fingered sign It’s ‘You show me yours and I’ll show you mine You’ll find mine is bigger and faster than thine’. Those egotist madmen square up, face to face Each has a red button hidden some place During: There’s streaks in the sky where the incoming fly They can’t be outrun although some people try A sullen man says in a voice that is wry, “It’s a good day for kissing your backside goodbye.” One handshake may well have made this a good day Instead I head home where I’ll kneel down and pray I hope that my lady will manage a laugh When I say, “Let’s hide under that old tin bath.” After: The dust and the glory, the horror before me No Big Mac and no more knickerbocker glory The buildings, the trees and the telephone towers Lay in the dust made by opposing powers We showed em, we taught em, that we won’t be beat And we won the war but with ashes to eat The reds are all melted and their allies too And we reign supreme but hey… where are you? I’m sure you’re here somewhere to savour our win To search through the rubble for champagne or gin It seems there’s no signal for our mobile phones but why is your purse amid those charcoaled bones What will you think of my distorted face With tumours and fissures all over the place The air is so hot and it hard to perceive That if I should die there is no one to grieve I’m breathing in soot and I finally see Earth’s last pair of lungs are afire in me My last living thought now that humans are done Is ‘God save the west… and I’m so glad we won.’