Nuclear Winter - Beastmilk

Tank up with fumes, let the dial hit the red

Fires at the dawn of the city’s edge

Ripping up roads, making like the dead

Tank up with fumes, let the dial hit the red

Fires at the dawn of the city’s edge

Ripping up roads, making like the dead

Long lost friendships hanging the wind

Rag-tag scarecrows blown in the snow

Abandoned buildings row by row

All the colours of grey in a fall-out fog

The human country lit up like a cross

Oh what the future holds

There’s no future

Oh what the future hides

There’s no future

Oh what the future holds

There’s no future

Oh what the future hides

There’s no future

We could be an army, we could dig a grave

We’re hot on the heels of an atomic wave

Kicking up dust on a bright dead sun

You light a cigarette, I’ll bring the guns

Nowhere to go, waiting to come

Itching as the cold pressure turns us on

A fugitive-hunger clatter of bones

Bringing the sound of the bomb-blast home

Into the Nuclear Winter

Nuclear

Nuclear Winter!

Into the Nuclear Winter

Nuclear

Nuclear Winter!

Frost cloaks the backs of the shuffling souls

As they moan through the smog with an eerie drawl

Palace of pale white ancient scars

Entombed glacial quilted cars

The cold desert drift, diamond flesh

You’ll only see as far as your hand will stretch

Limbs shake with fear of the nuclear blues

Here a man has to learn how to loose

Oh what the future holds

There’s no future

Oh what the future hides

There’s no future

Oh what the future holds

There’s no future

Oh what the future hides

There’s no future

Into the Nuclear Winter

Nuclear

Nuclear Winter!

Into the Nuclear Winter

Nuclear

Nuclear Winter!