Lyrics

WALK THE PLANK
What do you take me for?
A pawn in your chess war?
Do you understand, your lives are in the hands, of soon to be old dead man
shouting, ‘First Strike”.
Do you know what that means?
The Russian’s hands are clean, of the blood that’s drowning your sight.
Open up your minds.
All you’ve lost is time.
So turn off your TV collision courses.
Turn on your thinking, improve your sources
.
Reading’s not a crime.
I’ve heard we’d melt in what the lawyer’s built, for us to freeway to and hide out.
More third degree beds, more holes in your head, when there’s nowhere to run from fall out.
(Guitar break)
You say, “Never me”.
Smoke and sip your tea.
But all money burns, and so you will.
All heads will turn and look at you.
What are you going to do?
Well ignorance is bliss, but can you picture this, atomic dominoes that fall down?
And the Grateful Dead, will just be voiceless heads, all we ask
is that you find out