Erich Hoch - Stop-Go Atomic Reagan Blues lyrics

Nancy; I'm afraid of many things; Eyeball men and toothpaste Psychoan*lysts and airplane wings But chiefly I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of the city Ritalin; Adderall; Coffee Everyone's wrapped up in something And the candle nips as fiercely As the incendiary flame, when it Overtakes the city I'm afraid, Nancy, of Bombs dropped Suit men, uprisings, Lizard Kings Falling buildings, churning trains Nuclear Fission, snakehead, fish piss drunk in the city I'm afraid of space and distance That I'm not far enough away Or close enough in, to stay Safe or melt comfortable, I am in the fallout zone of the city I'd sooner let myself be stone Or tied to pillars, greek columns Balding from office stress Powerless to bring them down Shackled in the city Or let myself be outcast And exile from the streets Dirt hands and fertilizer Straw hat rough wrinkled far away from the city The Planes Fly Overhead- I'm afraid of suburban Trench wastes, plane seat, train Feeding metropolis Just subtropica subtropolis from the atom storm I don't want webbed feet Scaled skin, Marie Curie Nancy, deteriorating Express Lanes, o' refrain from breathing the atom storm I'm afraid of Green Ejaculate Plutonium, Immaculate, RNA DNA, Phase Change, Substrange Front Page, Pariah of the Atom Storm I'd love to evaporate, Nancy, or not But I'd never want to Be a sundried man, left Out to bake in the burning blaze of the Atom Storm I was afraid of the Moloch, Nancy Oh Moloch, oh Nancy, but these Anxieties have, wholly, consumed my Thought and focus, I fear nonstop the impending Atom Storm I'm so afraid every day, Nancy, I'd be dead In a commuter train, homeward bound in Rain, gagged, hell bent, burnt In a Mayorless town, Stewart's denizen of the savage Atom Storm The Planes Drop Flotsam and they Drop Jetsam- I don't want to be Basement fodder, shoulder Shot, Shackled, Racked Tackled Box, Frizzing Socks Anti-Vax, Pax, Columbia Sax Euphoria, Max Paranioa, Ma** Hysteria Empty hazy Erections The great ploom atom steam Oh, Nancy, Oh it's Happening Mushroom of the psychedelic psychotics Oncology in the first degree Mom Dad Friends and Countrymen, and Nancy Reagan I'm afraid Of the Hydrogen Bomb