They said protect and youll survive But our postman didnt call 8 lbs. of overpressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall They said protect and youll survive E.M.P. took out the radio And our milkman didnt call Flash blinded by the pretty lights Didnt see his bottles fall Or feel the warm black rain arrive Big friendly cloud builds in the West And our dustmen havent called They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour A tail wind chasing them away And in deep shelters lurk below, subregional control Who sympathise but cannot help To mend your body or your soul Selfappointed guardians of the race with egg upon their face When steady sirens sing allclear they pop up Find nobody here And so I watch two new suns spin Our paper man doesnt call Burnt shadow printed on the road Now theres nothing there at all They said protect and youll survive
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