Walking down the street to your house
Thinkin bout nuclear war
Gas mask and sirens and lights
You didn't [?] me much before this
We interrupt an episode of Cheers for emergency texts
Sometimes the distance feels like a kiss from afar
Radiation, mind-control, nuclear war
Nuclear war
You take the pen from your purse
And you drew between his eyes
A fucking swastika
Just as the train rushed by
I hate that poster of his face
I see it in the subway all the time
He's laughing, we're crying
He's smiling and we're dying
Sometimes the distance feels like a kiss from afar
Radiation, mind-control, nuclear war
Nuclear war
Walking down the street to your house
Thinkin bout nuclear war
And something that you said last night
You've never said before
We don't want to live in a world controlled by the police and by hate
We're running out of time
It's over, it's too late
It's over, it's too late
