Nuclear Winter Songtext
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Nuclear Winter Songtext
Tank up with fumes, let the dial hit the red
Fires at the dawn of the city′s edge
Ripping up roads, making like the dead
Long lost friendships hanging the wind
Rag-tag scarecrows blown in the snow
Abandoned buildings row by row
All the colours of grey in a fall-out fog
The human country lit up like a cross
Oh what the future holds
There's no future
Oh what the future hides
There′s no future
Oh what the future holds
There's no future
Oh what the future hides
There's no future
We could be an army, we could dig a grave
We′re hot on the heels of an atomic wave
Kicking up dust on a bright dead sun
You light a cigarette, I′ll bring the guns
Nowhere to go, waiting to come
Itching as the cold pressure turns us on
A fugitive-hunger clatter of bones
Bringing the sound of the bomb-blast home
Into the Nuclear Winter
Nuclear
Nuclear Winter!
Frost cloaks the backs of the shuffling souls
As they moan through the smog with an eerie drawl
Palace of pale white ancient scars
Entombed glacial quilted cars
The cold desert drift, diamond flesh
You'll only see as far as your hand will stretch
Limbs shake with fear of the nuclear blues
Here a man has to learn how to loose
Oh what the future holds
There′s no future
Oh what the future hides
There's no future
Oh what the future holds
There′s no future
Oh what the future hides
There's no future
Into the Nuclear Winter
Nuclear
Nuclear Winter!
Fires at the dawn of the city′s edge
Ripping up roads, making like the dead
Long lost friendships hanging the wind
Rag-tag scarecrows blown in the snow
Abandoned buildings row by row
All the colours of grey in a fall-out fog
The human country lit up like a cross
Oh what the future holds
There's no future
Oh what the future hides
There′s no future
Oh what the future holds
There's no future
Oh what the future hides
There's no future
We could be an army, we could dig a grave
We′re hot on the heels of an atomic wave
Kicking up dust on a bright dead sun
You light a cigarette, I′ll bring the guns
Nowhere to go, waiting to come
Itching as the cold pressure turns us on
A fugitive-hunger clatter of bones
Bringing the sound of the bomb-blast home
Into the Nuclear Winter
Nuclear
Nuclear Winter!
Frost cloaks the backs of the shuffling souls
As they moan through the smog with an eerie drawl
Palace of pale white ancient scars
Entombed glacial quilted cars
The cold desert drift, diamond flesh
You'll only see as far as your hand will stretch
Limbs shake with fear of the nuclear blues
Here a man has to learn how to loose
Oh what the future holds
There′s no future
Oh what the future hides
There's no future
Oh what the future holds
There′s no future
Oh what the future hides
There's no future
Into the Nuclear Winter
Nuclear
Nuclear Winter!
Writer(s): Johan Snell, Mathew Mcnerney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com