Pentagon code
For end of world
Is rural paradise,
If plan fails
It's rural paradise

For losses under
100 million, a trip
on the wayward bus


For a future of mutants,
bridal parties collide

World famine is
a plague of beatniks

First strike and
I sniff your nieces
I fall to pieces
Get hell out . . .


A madman comes,
one of those babies
the further you kick it
the bigger it gets.