Fabulous Disaster When the missiles are falling, and the reaper comes calling You had better kiss your ass goodbye Atomic detonation, mass immolation Without a warning, all your memories will die So try to relax, face up to the facts You'll either die or the fallout will rot you in your tracks There'll be no tomorrow, only pain and sorrow 'Cause our futures in the hands of a raving madman They spend all their time building missiles so people die What kind of life do you expect for us to live? We're angered by fear, because the time is near When some lunatic will finally pull the plug And forever after, you can hear the laughter World's being plastered by an evil bastard Exterminating faster, devastating plaster Fabulous disaster Now you can see, what this all means to me When the bomb Comes falling Down Now the reaper has called, but do you have the balls To sit there or stand up and fight? Try to make a note, it's your right to vote To keep these fucking assholes in line It will always be the same 'cause they lie in their campaigns Promise through their teeth for total world peace So we know it's not the truth, they should call Dr.Ruth On how to give the people the real big screw They spend all their time building missiles so people die What kind of life do you expect for us to live? We're angered by fear, because the time is near When some lunatic will finally pull the plug And forever after, you can hear the laughter World's being plastered by an evil bastard Exterminating faster, devastating plaster Fabulous disaster Now you can see, what this all means to me When the bomb Comes falling Fall Down

what you gonna do now...it's a fallout..better run for shelter...etc etc

The stuff that's falling from the sky, really isn't rain I put on a hat, but it's eating up my brain... - classic The Weirdos were around from '77 - '81, but split up without having released a proper album.

Much more explicit than Mothers Talk. " A (Atomic) for a heart, B (bomb) for a brain. Insects and grass are all that remain. When the day hits the night...

"Do unto others as they've done to you But what the hell is this world coming to? Blow the universe ito nothingness Nuclear warfare shall lay us to rest" And "Soon to fill our lungs The hot winds of death the gods are laughing so take your last breath."

The smell of death is near Its presence even nearer The final bloodbath is coming It is just around the corner.

Title says it all. It's about a nuclear holocost and the futility of trting to hide.

Hey now honey, open your eyes there's a mushroom cloud up int the sky Your hair is falling out and your teeth have gone your legs are still together but it won't be long your head was on my shoulder now I'm kissing the skull my heart is melting slowly as mu senses dull ...

Subtle lyrics talking about Pres Reagan and Trident nuclear weapons... ÂoeHis eyes were full of demons as he made his message clear
He strode the world like Caesar, and a Trident held his fear

The Fletcher Memorial Home: take all your overgrown infants away somewhere and build them a home a little place of their own the fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and kings and they can appear to themselves every day on closed circuit t.v. to make sure they're still real it's the only connection they feel "ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and haig mr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisley mr. brezhnev and party the ghost of mccarthy the memories of nixon and now adding colour a group of anonymous latin american meat packing glitterati" did they expect us to treat them with any respect they can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye with their favourite toys they'll be good girls and boys in the fletcher memorial home for colonial wasters of life and limb is everyone in? are you having a nice time? now the final solution can be applied Two Suns In The Sunset: in my rear view mirror the sun is going down sinking behind bridges in the road and i think of all the good things that we have left undone and i suffer premonitions confirm suspicions of the holocaust to come the wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in gives way and suddenly it's day again the sun is in the east even though the day is done two suns in the sunset hmmmmmmmmm could be the human race is run like the moment when your brakes lock and you slide toward the big truck and stretch the frozen moments with your fear and you'll never hear their voices and you'll never see their faces you have no recourse to the law anymore and as the windshield melts my tears evaporate leaving only charcoal to defend finally i understand the feelings of the few ashes and diamonds foe and friend we were all equal in the end

Flyingdale is the British nuclear command center. The song is about the acidental launch of nuclear war.

Let's start in style, Let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, We're only watching the skies Hoping for the best But expecting the worst Are you going to drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever We don't have the power But we never say never Sitting in a sandpit, Life is a short trip The music's for the sad men Can you imagine when this race is won? Turn our golden faces into the sun Praising our leaders, We're getting in tune The music's played by the madmen Forever young, I want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever Forever - and ever

Four minutes left to go, Is this the end then? Message on your stereo, Four minute warning, Everybody wants to know, What should we do? A few short stories, A four minute warning Sasha stands in his yellow café, Yes the heart of the city is here, So he tells me, Sitting on his red leather sofa, He's rolling another, Man, I'll see you when I see you, Polly is said to be the next big thing, In her high-heeled boots and her two inch earrings, Heart of glass, Blondie, sings in her ear, You're a rock queen, honey and we all hear you! Three minutes left to go, Is this the end then? Message on your stereo, Four minute warning, Everybody wants to know, What should we do? A few short stories, A four minute warning Lucy had a hard time with love, But love recently chose the right time for Lucy, Loving when you know it's the final time, She now holds time in her own mind Yeah, Jimmies is a local for Michael, A Guinness in one hand, in the other a fable, able, I once asked are you a lonely man, His reply was non-committal, I am what I am, man' Two minutes left to go, Is this the end then? Message on your stereo, Four minute warning, Everybody wants to know, What should we do? A few short stories, A four minute warning Cry, laugh, feel love, peace, panic, These are your four minutes, I'm counting you down, four minutes of sound, It's always a rush when you're around The final story is one of me, Who with four minutes left has used up three, I think of you, I think of me, Then I think of nothing, it's the end you see, yeah! One minute left to go, Is this the end then? Message on your stereo, Four minute warning, Everybody wants to know, What should we do? A few short stories, A four minute warning What would you do, yeah With a four minute warning, a four minute warning, I'm fading away, I'm fading away, If anybody want to know, I'm fading away, I'm fading away, There's only seconds left to go…

Specifically about your last 4 minutes and what you do with them.

In concert, Waters tried to convey the final few minutes counting down to a (simulated) full nuclear exchange in this song. After a near miss on the plane You swear you'll never fly again After the first kiss when you make up You swear you'll never break up again And when you've just run a red light Sit shaking under the street light You swear to yourself you'll never drink and drive again Sometimes I feel like going home You swear you'll never let things go by again. Sometimes I miss the rain and snow And you'll never toe the party line again And when the east wind blows Sometimes I feel like going home

A song of protest by that great NZ band against nuclear testing in the Pacific

My understanding is that the following song lyrics were a satirical reference to nuclear war --- but could have referred more generally to any "questionable" scientific advances: The Future's So Bright I Gotta Wear Shades Timbuk 3 From the album Greetings From Timbuk 3, © 1988 Lyrics by Pat MacDonald. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I study nuclear science I love my classes I got a crazy teacher, he wears dark glasses Things are going great, and they're only getting better I'm doing all right, getting good grades The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades I've got a job waiting for my graduation Fifty thou a year -- buys a lot of beer Things are going great, and they're only getting better I'm doing all right, getting good grades The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades Well I'm heavenly blessed and worldly wise I'm a peeping-tom techie with x-ray eyes Things are going great, and they're only getting better I'm doing all right, getting good grades The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades I study nuclear science I love my classes I got a crazy teacher, he wears dark glasses Things are going great, and they're only getting better I'm doing all right, getting good grades The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades I gotta wear shades, I gotta wear shades