"A" album
They said protect and you'll survive
(but our postman didn't call)
8lbs. of overpressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall
They said protect and you'll survive
E.M.P. took out the radio
(and our milkman didn't call)
Flash blinded by the pretty lights,
didn't see his bottles fall
or feel the warm black rain arrive
Big friendly cloud builds in the West
(and our dustmen haven't called)
They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour
a tail wind chasing them away
And in deep shelters lurk below, subregional control
who sympathise but cannot help
to mend your body or your soul
Selfappointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face
When steady sirens sing allclear they pop up,
find nobody here
And so I watch two new suns spin
(our paper man doesn't call)
Burnt shadow printed on the road now there's nothing there at all
They said protect and you'll survive