Fifty Thousand dee-grees hot  
Burn your *** right on the spot  
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Great big flash of light and heat  
Fry your *** from head to feet  
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Mushroom clouds rise to the sky  
No time to kiss your *** good by  
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‘Tomic bombs are coming soon  
Blow your *** right to the moon  
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If by chance the blast you miss  
Fall-out's gunna end your bliss
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In the dark your *** glow
Retirement you can forgo
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Two weeks it takes for you to croak
You'll puke and **** and wretch and choak  
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Are you ready ready for your death?  
Go and snort more crystal ****
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So Hail! Hail! WW3
Very shortly it will be

We are never at peace
Although thats how it seems
And the weight I've been carrying
Has finally been lifted off my shoulders
But i've kept my walls up and they are closley gaured
As I will find my lover
And he shall find me
But until then I prepare for WWIII