We got 3 minutes to midnight so drop the bomb. We had millions of 1's and 0's to save the world from. We got 3 minutes to midnight so drop the bomb.
Two men walk into a bar, trade jokes between cigars and try to read the other's scars... like maps showing exactly where he's been and all the faces the other's seen. To feed into their little code breaking machines.
We got 3 minutes to midnight so drop the bomb. We had millions of 1's and 0's to save the world from. We got 3 minutes to midnight so drop the bomb. We had pieces of shiny metal to save the world from.
Two men who walk into a store- the place their fathers shopped before to keep us safe and sound and warm. Ring ring; each buying snazzy new machines. One in blue and the other green. Daddy would have been so proud if he could see.
From the new regime and straight into your living room. Sponsored sound and vision; drip fed all the latest news. It's a technical condition, people set to overload. No breaks in transmission messing with your thought control.
Save me 'cause I'm falling apart under fire from grace. It's such a curious thing when we're shooting each other down for s***e. As the sky crashes down to the ground don't be scared, it can be replaced; we've got machines to fill the hole.
Two men walk into a bar, trade jokes between cigars and try to read the other's scars... like maps showing exactly where he's been and all the faces the other's seen. To feed into their little code breaking machines.
We got 3 minutes to midnight so drop the bomb. We had millions of 1's and 0's to save the world from. We got 3 minutes to midnight so drop the bomb. We had pieces of shiny metal to save the world from.
Two men who walk into a store- the place their fathers shopped before to keep us safe and sound and warm. Ring ring; each buying snazzy new machines. One in blue and the other green. Daddy would have been so proud if he could see.
From the new regime and straight into your living room. Sponsored sound and vision; drip fed all the latest news. It's a technical condition, people set to overload. No breaks in transmission messing with your thought control.
Save me 'cause I'm falling apart under fire from grace. It's such a curious thing when we're shooting each other down for s***e. As the sky crashes down to the ground don't be scared, it can be replaced; we've got machines to fill the hole.