Ain't been a nuclear war as yet

But a nuclear accident's a constant threat

Meltdown ____ this disclosure

thousands die from radiation exposure

Food, water, air contaminated

a multi-epidemic, diseases slated

Sperm damage, from gamma radiation

stops some women from menstruation

Pick?? Chernoble, Russian town

great explosion, big knock down??

Hundreds thousands, death and strife??

place the wasteland out of line.

Close the bier, give a cheer

but that can't happen here, yea yea yea...

On a trip, from their zoo,

on a rocket to the blue.

Sit and pick a galaxy

not you, not you, not you

___, AIDS, TB, cancer

Despite the commandment to love thy neighbour

The hiring of itinerant or migrant labour is common practice at some nuclear plants. Part-timers work the dangerous areas earning high risk pay. Till they get a legal maximum dose, then they're let go to another plant, to do the same part-time task, and no questions asked.

They'll have anemia, touch o' leukemia

How'll you come to grips

With what you're fated - contaminated

Please don't kiss me on the lips!

That way the full-timers health will keep: his health is worth saving, his neighbour's life is cheap. They're recruited in colleges, in bars, on the street; those in charge call them fresh bodies, fresh meat. If you think by and large that's no reason to act, please pause, to consider the frightening fact: those part-time itinerants, those carriers of radiation at its maximum peak, are walking among us as we speak.

No problem. When such a carrier dies of some terrible unknown disease, you just cremate him, and he's out of the way, up in smoke as if he never existed.

Don't cremate a contaminated person,

a bad situation could worsen

smoke could carry Plutonium particles

to your testicles

and your ovaries

and you other precious articles.

No problem! We'll just destroy Hussein's nuclear reactors, if we can find them. Then we'll burn down the rainforsets, so the cattle can eat more contaminated feed, and pass them on to you: the super-toxins with hyper speed. The infected steer is the juicy steak we had for lunch. Give me a break.

Burn the planet to the ground, watch it go, destruction bound, every day. Let's all compound the same old runaround runaround runaround...

Sick planet.

Sick people.

Plagues, AIDS, TB, cancer.

You got any questions?

You got any answers?

Leave the victims where they're found,

heap them in the same old mound.

They're infected,

we are sound.

Plagues, AIDS, TB, cancer...

The same old runaround runaround runaround...

So listen boys with your nuclear drama

And your star-wars scenario and cinerama:

You're beginning to give her a bad trauma

Who? Your earthly mama.

This little blue planet, she' all we got

So listen while your mama

Says what what what what what what...