They say the sky used to be blue I don t quite believe it. It s probably always been the color that it is. And there were cotton candy clouds. And birds to fly through it. Just stories we all love to tell our kids.
So I ll close my electronic door And keep the cold outside. And hug my aluminium pillow so tight. And pray the radiation doesn t make me sick tonight.
No more sky and no more trees. April 2031 No more oxygen to breathe. April 2031 No more hate and no more war. April 2031 Nothing left worth fighting for. April 2031.
They say there used to be a wind that wasn t caused by fans I wonder how it would have felt in my hair And the nuclear ring around the moon was caused by man if it was, then it s much too late to care
So I ll put my safety goggles on and gaze out at the sun as the artificial atmostphere machines give off a constant hum in a world that s cold and peaceful, april 2031
No more sky and no more trees. April 2031 No more oxygen to breathe. April 2031 No more hate and no more war. April 2031 Nothing left worth fighting for. April 2031.
As far back as Veitnam, we should have learned our lesson. But we closed our eyes and sent our sons away. And they told us we were winning as they sold more ammunition. Some were angry, most just looked the other way.
And the night s illuminated by the endless glowing sand that swallowed all the oceans and choked off all the land. In a world beyond resuscitation Even by God s hand
No more mountains no more sea April 2031 No more you and no more me April 2031 No more music no more songs April 2031 No God left to blame it on April 2031
No more children playing April 2031 No more need for praying April 2031