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Days of the Atom Bomb

by Endless Mike and the Beagle Club

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Straw-into-Gold spinners! You're the big winners!
Today looks like Lottery Day.
God reached His hand down into that garbage disposal
and He pulled out the orange peel attached to your name.

No credit or craft is going to block out this draft -
this is the rich man's Vietnam.
One thing's for certain - there will be no deferment
in the Days of the Atom Bomb.

Now, if you don't like the look of something, call it a lie until your lie starts to look like a fact.
And if you don't like the taste, just spit it out on your plate - but the waitress? This time she ain't takin' it back.

The debate still rages over livable wages kept frozen to keep the whole pyramid strong.
There will be no relief from the microwave heat
in the Days of the Atom Bomb.

Get your board of directors on the intercom.
Take turns telling each other that you did nothing wrong.
What's the harm in a little white lie when in the blink of an eye
it'll all be gone?

This kingdom has come.
We all will be done.
On Earth, as it is, there will be nowhere to run.

We're living in the Days of the Atom Bomb.
We're living in the Days of the Atom Bomb.

I never thought I'd live to see you live to see the light.
Forward momentum has a way of making everything all right.
We're gonna rock. We're gonna rock around the Doomsday Clock tonight -
because some things are black and white.
I'm sorry (not sorry) - some things are black and white.

And when there's nothing but cockroaches left,
let's hope that they come up with something better than this.

I thought I made a connection with a Communist cutie on
Farmers Only dot com,
but before my greedy hands could reach her, she said,
"I won't be your teacher, your mistress, your mattress, your maid, or your mom."
I said, "our hearts, they've got nothing to lose but their chains."
She said, "that's a pretty bourgeois come-on."
There's no game you can step up to save yourself from
the Days of the Atom Bomb.

Madam Justice, she's a cruel mistress,
and I think she's done with that whole rag thing (over the eyes).
She deserves her revenge;
we deserve whatever she sends down from out of the skies.

We've pooled in our own beds.
We've loaded our own guns.
Ready-or-not, here comes the DAY OF TWO SUNS.

We're living in the Days of the Atom Bomb.
We're living in the Days of the Atom Bomb.

So come on.
Bring it on.

Bring it on.

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released February 23, 2019

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Endless Mike and the Beagle Club Johnstown, Pennsylvania

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