"which deodorant is best?"
"my baby is pissed at me"
won't mean diddly-squat
(if indeed they ever meant anything)
because I can feel it in my bones:
we're heading for
nuclear war
yes the skies grow black
in my mind
fill with visions of SAC
the jets of doom
fly across my lonely room
but my mind is overactive
radioactive
isn't it strange
for a nice young thing like me
to be so afraid
of armageddon nightmares
nukes on parade
mutants and generals
and cities aglow
waves of ICBMs again
and again
and punk rockers enjoying it all.
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