They said protect and you'll survive-- (but our postman didn't call)

8lbs. of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall

They said protect and you'll survive



E.M.P. took out the radio-- (and our milk-man didn't call)

Flash blinded by the pretty lights, didn't see his bottles fall

or feel the warm black rain arrive



Big friendly cloud builds in the West (and our dust-men haven't called)

They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour--

a tail wind chasing them away



And in deep shelters lurk below, sub-regional control

who sympathise but cannot help to mend your body or your soul

Self-appointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face

When steady sirens sing all-clear they pop up, find nobody here



And so I watch two new suns spin-- (our paper man doesn't call)

Burnt shadow printed on the road-- now there's nothing there at all

They said protect and you'll survive