you can walk down any city's streets

on any given day of the year

and pretend that what we have is peace

but we live our

lives in constant fear

of a hellish inferno, a mass crematorium, ashes
to ashes, blown away by the wind

there's no escape

to or from

any knid of nuclear exchange

make haste or we're surely doomed

to see our planet's end

in a hellish inferno,

a mass crematorium, ashes to ashes , blown away
by the winds

Thanks to Auntie War
(inmyangrychair@collegeclub.com) for these lyrics