There is no future left in transformation.
\nYou’re met with insolence and condemnation,
\nthe awful tearing sound of separation ,
\nand constant knocking causing bad vibration.<\/p>\n
Too late to move, there’s just too big a stockpile.
\nSo watch the sky and keep a hand on that dial.
\nNo need to wear a purgatorial grin.
\nThe world has cloaked its civil servants in sin.<\/p>\n
(chorus)
\nOh, the dead can’t rhumba to the bomb.
\nThey don’t know what they’re missing.
\nOh no, the dead can’t rhumba to the bomb.
\nHear those elements hissing.<\/p>\n
The movies tell you all about survival.
\nThey make it seem just like a Dead revival.
\nThey say the strong who want to stay alive will
\nhang on perhaps a minute more than I will.<\/p>\n
Too late to politic, the lines are frozen.
\nBy atom smashers we have all been chosen.
\nNo need to wear a radiation-proof suit.
\nDisintegration makes the clothing point moot.
\n(chorus)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"