Shrivelled stumps are all that’s left
of Epping Forest now
And the high rise jungles of Birmingham
they’re rubble on the ground
Dogs run wild in packs in Moscow, not
many left alive
How will we survive - Mission impossible
-oOo-
Post atomic urban punks they roam the
streets of Bonn
And the friendly pigeons of Trafalgar
Square they’re very nearly gone
Governments in hiding in their lead
lined concrete hives
How will we survive - Mission impossible
-oOo-
And the ones that don’t survive they
are the lucky ones
And the ones that do survive they are
the damned
And the children of the damned will reap the
harvest
That the war pigs have sewn upon this
land
-oOo-
In a flash the mushroom clouds wiped out
all we had done
No houses left no place to rest
there’s nowhere left to run
Traces of plutonium are flowing through your
veins
They’re driving you insane - Mission
impossible.
-oOo-
I understand the people who were fighting to be
free
I hope they think that it’s worth it
now there’s nothing left to see
If anyone survives this nightmare I hope they
wont forget
The blood that we have shed - Mission
impossible
