World War III

 

"A nuclear catastrophic world of atomic bombs, A plot too thick to be handled by even Mer De Noms, More gaming skill than could be handled on a thousand CD-Roms, At this point there's no looking back or calling for your moms...

Ricochet, crossfire, bullet rain on cue, Incoming, hit the deck, bombs are coming too, So much coming in your rear view you might as well sit at the pew, Step out for a sandwich and a cold drink and meet the wrecking crew...

Zombies on the outbreak, these guys are coming fast, Foot off the gas, hand grenade, and leave them in the past, All ecoli, ebola, eris perola are we even going to last, Bubble the bodies, stay clear of the guts, and hold steady to the mast...

Salute the country, patriotic, and then you find it out, These soldiers who defend the country meet a politician's pout, Police raids, sirens, call a man weak when he is stout, Constitution, Bill of Rights, while these people scream and shout...

Send us abroad, we come back and the country up and left, Victim to a tabloid media, over anxious theft,

Corporations, Media, the secret war we heft, Hit us in the front pages and leave the code of conduct bereft...

Advertising, media, the secret war at home, Check around and ask about it quiet as a gnome, Why the treason executives and they tell you When in Rome, Why not the bible instead of the yellow pages let's all close this unholy tome...

Your chances of survival over the next few weeks are thin, You tell me, when I bury you, you want the cardboard or the tin? The final war, the reckoning, are you really going to win, World wars one and two, and what's going to happen again?"