And we`ve all got sick with our cooler than thou,
Holier than shit attitudes,
Still the war goes on just drop the bomb,
There`s nothing left to lose.
There`s a bullet in this gun so you`ve got till,
the count of one before they shoot.
Let`s get a disease there`s nothing better to do,
So we`ll give it to you and then do as we please,
We`ll move to mars, buy big fast cars,
Then spread with ease.
`Cos this gun`s pointing at you,
So you`ve only got till two before they shoot.
Still the rhythm goes (x3)
Let`s start a war where lots of people get killed,
We destroy the world there`s nothing left no more,
Rid the earth of a race right off its face just say we`re bored.
`Cos if that gun`s pointing a me,
Then you`ve only got till three before they shoot.
Let`s invent a drug, yeah!,
That`s addictive quick, makes you sick with an instant hug,
We`ll sell it to kids who`ll flip their lids then total crook.
You don`t get to the count of four,
They don`t do that anymore before they shoot.
Still the rhythm goes (x2)
Still the rhythm goes....on!!