They eat their young

Living through another Cuba it`s 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle Russia and America are at each other`s throats but don`t you cry just on your knees and pray, and while you`re down there, kiss your arse goodbye We`re the bulldog on the fence while others play their tennis overhead it`s hardly love all and somebody might wind up red or dead pour some oil on the water quick it doesn`t really matter where from he love me, he loves me not he`s pulling fins from an atom bomb This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so if they`re not careful your watch won`t be the only thing with a radioactive glow I`ll stick my fingers in my ears and hope they make it up before too late if we get through this lot alright they`re due for replay, 1998