In Nevada there is a field where giant mushrooms grow One mile high and two miles wide, they say on the show Thatâ€™s where they test how to vaporize people and flesh By splitting and fusing atoms and start the world afresh.
A new era, a new definition, with the nuclear shield Dawned with huge mushrooms grown on Nevada fields Can erase whole cities, no need for guns or battle tanks Tomorrowâ€™s wars, the voice says, will be fought without ranks.
They are making bullets and missiles with lasers That can picture the enemy, see in the dark, and subdue angers Future soldiers donâ€™t have to die for their countryâ€™s glory They use their global positioning bullet, thatâ€™s the story.
Agree with me, donâ€™t dissent, fall in line futile windmill tilters Your wars are lost before you even see victory, dissenters No more carpet and saturation bombing and damnation alley They have no time to negotiate itâ€™s you or them, you have to die.
They say their soldiers are smart , they see in the dark Their bullets can pierce armor; they can blast your mark Where were you soldiers of the mind, I mourn When from your toils such Frankensteins were born?
No more carpet and saturation bombing and damnation alley They have no time to negotiate itâ€™s you or them, you have to die.