There is no tomorrow,
there is only yesterday,
and the broken hearted,
in a suicide of a nuclear age,
oh, what a tragedy,
billions of lives lost,
sacrificed because of the idiocy of the human race,
and the nuclear weapons and the arms race,
and the radiation across the planet,
oh, what a terrible place,
what a terrible place it would be,
devastated and destroyed,
and as horrific,
and as terrible as can be,
the madness of humanity,
destroyed in the insanity of an inferno,
like no one had ever seen,
and felt,
a terrible event,
world war,
and sadly, we proliferate,
and we stockpile,
and continue the madness,
and continue to head towards tragedy,
and I wonder,
what are the chances,
of the evolution of the human race,
or a similar race,
once again rising from the Earth,
not much chance at all probably,
and how sad it would be,
and how terrible it can be,
if we do not eradicate nuclear weapons,
and nuclear power from society,
oh, the madness,
oh, the pain,
and the suffering it would bring,
from the sickening explosions,
and the radiation,
decimating humanity,
from the face of the Earth permanently.
Turn on the radio
Here we are,
having turned on the radio,
and how we go, go, go.
And how we dance in the night,
and forget the day,
and we set the night alight with all our might,
and dance our cares away,
in the house where we live, work and play,
yes, in the happy home that we share
my love and I,
and how time flies,
as we dance,
and we gently hold each other without care,
yes,
how happily we dance upon the tabletops,
we dance upon the sofa,
we dance up the chairs,
and we bop and we rock,
and we dance like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire,
and we dance over there, and over here,
but wherever it is we go, go, go,
and we dance everywhere,
and we dance fast and slow, and we do not care,
and how happy we are with the radio on,
and in each other’s company, and in love,
and what better is there than dancing the night away,
with the radio on, and with someone you truly love,
and about who you truly care.
