Nuclear Apathy

Something's wrong from the moon, my friends

Something's wrong from the moon

As I look down at you my friends

Something's wrong from the moon

Poor little man

You been run down

Poor little man

You're all run down

I can see right through your eyes

I can see right through your weary eyes

I can hear right through your cries

I can hear right through your drunken cries

When they spit, do you wash their floors

And pray that they don't spit no more

Or, rise up children, life goes on and on

Wise up children, life goes on and on

In the dark you cannot see

In the dark the victory is fear

Like a fool you follow fools

Like a fool you follow what you hear

Will they blow us all apart

Or kill us all with virus darts

Or, rise up children, life goes on and on

Wise up children, life goes on and on

On the moon they're laughing hard

On the moon they're falling off their seats

From the moon we're comedy

From the moon we're really quite a treat

Shall we have another beer

And slobber through another year

Or rise up children, life goes on and on

Wise up children, life goes on and on

Rise up children, life goes on and on

Wise up

Something's wrong from the moon my friend

Something's wrong from the moon

As I look down at you my friends

Something's wrong from the moon