Atom Drum Bop şarkı sözleri

Welcome to district no. 8. Land of the American helpers The security needs of the United States Have written the great modern fiction This is the jargon of playground brawl Who is the toughest? American tests and Soviet tests The odd computer reads out death AS new missiles come in generations New models to be sold like cars A bomb, H bomb, Minutemen The names get more attractive Welcome to the land of the Tomahawks Missiles for American cowboys Where our decisions are made by N.A.T.O. The press call it British opinion See the reports on the television The decisions are already made The a voice is the voice of the expert Oh Queen Mother smile again Welcome to the land of the mutants Radiation and destruction When it comes to the C.R.U.N.C.H. Will you dance? Will you dance? When it come to the C.R.U.N.C.H. Will you dance? Will you dance? Will you dance to the atom drum bop? When it come to the crunch The rich are in their shelters Welcome to the land of the dissidents With a 15 minute warning To construct a sandbag shelter No time, no point to crawl inside When it comes to the crunch It'll all be spelt out for us. Welcome to the land of disregard Apocalypse for breakfast This is the E.N.D. radio