No tomorrow,
no tomorrow is there daddy?
Haven't they got the button on the finger already daddy,
a child asks with a wistful air,
seemingly without a care,
and her mother, and her father are too frightened to tell her,
and do not want the child to know that they are scared,
as the nuclear weapons lay waiting to be fired into the air,
and as the leaders belittle each other,
and threaten each other,
and there are angry demonstrations everywhere?
No tomorrow,
no tomorrow is there daddy?
Haven't they got the button on the finger already daddy,
a child asks with a wistful air.
And they look at her with fake smiles and pretend and lie,
it is just a play on the radio my dear,
a play on the radio my dear,
whilst on the radio there is chaos everywhere,
and the parents they cross their fingers and hope for the best,
as the child plays happily,
and they can only watch their child play on the swing,
expecting nuclear missiles to be fired at any moment,
at any moment and their whole family to be decimated,
and the land and the sea and everywhere,
to be covered in radiation,
and for there to be contamination in the air, and their family,
eradicated in a flash of light and nuclear explosions everywhere.