Mutants
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I've got a bomb shelter in my backyard
With an easy supply of pistol guns and a deck of cards
And me and my band and a couple girls with big tits
Having a party on the eve of the apocalypse
Got horses to survive the nuclear blast
And a world where the outside looks will ratchet loose
A lama rig and orchid spikes and weaponry
Living in the rubble of World War III
Sipping a four-pint brewery
With posters of dead dudes claiming our minds
And a backyard milk carton passing time
We'll be in silent towns, doing sleepings
Enslaved the fearful refugees
We'll build a new society more decadent than history
Snakes that curl like golden chains in the bloody rain
Our combat tanks will trot in quickly
If you just squeak your body heat
Nuclear catastrophe
Armageddon, World War III
End of the world, but not for me
It's my post-nuke punk rock fantasy
On safari in the forbidden zone
Where a bunch of mutant zombies roam
Our enemies stake out as they loo at me
And swear we won't let them have the coolest beats
Then open up and spray the beats
Just remember if you cross the fields, you'll be shot like shotguns
Nuclear catastrophe
Armageddon, World War III
End of the world, but not for me
It's my post-nuke punk rock fantasy
Burning topopolis out of their shelters
The mega men singing "Helter Skelter"
Roll over the hills with beers in hand
Armageddon is our fearsome plan