I was born in 1976 grew up on Red Dawn and WarGames, and ICBMs
And after school me and my friends we'd meet in the garage
And we'd take stock of the garden tools to assess which ones would make good weapons
But my dad had it worse than he'd have to hide under a desk
As if that would stop the blast from destroying everything then the tactics changed
And the poor used what they had like trucks and planes and bodies strapped with dynamite
And it was terrible, tragic, but it wasn't a mushroom cloud
And it was terrible, tragic, but it wasn't a mushroom cloud
But you can't put the genie back in fact it's a miracle that it hasn't happened yet
Crazy how it only takes a maniac crazy how it only takes a maniac
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