In Nevada there is a field where giant mushrooms grow
One mile high and two miles wide, they say on the show
That’s where they test how to vaporise people and flesh
By splitting and fusing atoms and starting the world afresh.
A new era, a new definition, will dawn with nuclear shields
Oh, how fresh are the huge mushrooms grown on Nevada fields!
It can erase whole cities, no need for guns or battle tanks
Tomorrow’s wars, the voice says, will be fought without ranks.
They are making bullets, shields and missiles with lasers
That can picture the enemy, see in the dark, and subdue angers
Soldiers of the future won’t have to die for the country’s glory
They use their Global Positioning bullet, that’s another story.
Agree with me, don’t dissent, fall in line, futile windmill tilters
Your wars are lost even before you see victory, dissenters
No more carpet and saturation bombing and damnation alley
They have no time to negotiate it’s you or them, you have to die.
They say their soldiers are smart, they see in the dark
Their bullets can pierce armour; they can blast your flimsy mark
Where were you, soldiers of the mind, intellectuals, I mourn
When from your ceaseless toils such Frankensteins were born?
No more carpet and saturation bombing and damnation alley
They have no time to negotiate it’s you or them, you have to die.
One mile high and two miles wide, they say on the show
That’s where they test how to vaporise people and flesh
By splitting and fusing atoms and starting the world afresh.
A new era, a new definition, will dawn with nuclear shields
Oh, how fresh are the huge mushrooms grown on Nevada fields!
It can erase whole cities, no need for guns or battle tanks
Tomorrow’s wars, the voice says, will be fought without ranks.
They are making bullets, shields and missiles with lasers
That can picture the enemy, see in the dark, and subdue angers
Soldiers of the future won’t have to die for the country’s glory
They use their Global Positioning bullet, that’s another story.
Agree with me, don’t dissent, fall in line, futile windmill tilters
Your wars are lost even before you see victory, dissenters
No more carpet and saturation bombing and damnation alley
They have no time to negotiate it’s you or them, you have to die.
They say their soldiers are smart, they see in the dark
Their bullets can pierce armour; they can blast your flimsy mark
Where were you, soldiers of the mind, intellectuals, I mourn
When from your ceaseless toils such Frankensteins were born?
No more carpet and saturation bombing and damnation alley
They have no time to negotiate it’s you or them, you have to die.
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