Skinned Alive

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 winds

There’s no escape to or from

Any kind of a 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