Twenty odd years now waiting for the flash chronic obsessive compulsive Why can't I breath? Evacuate, evacuate, evacuate And he began to suffocate, and his possessions multiplied And he began to suffocate, and his possessions multiplied And he began to suffocate, and his possessions multiplied And he began to suffocate If you begin to feel overload, you will begin to feel what we are saying If you begin to feel overload, consider your earth What it feels Mayday, mayday, mayday Affirmative, negative 60 seconds and counting Fire two 50 seconds 40 seconds 30 seconds and counting 20 seconds Let's play dead 15 Ignition sequence start 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 They can build them small, call it tactical. Stop the fallout, make it practical To smash the misfits who foul up their scene With the practical, tactical, k**ing machine. FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIRE. They can't wait to use it. They can't wait to use it. They can't wait to try it out. They can't wait to use it. They've got a bomb. They've got a bomb And they can't wait to use it on me. Me. Twenty odd years now waiting for the flash The survivors are numbered amongst the dead All of the oddballs thinking we'll be ash. Well the four minute warning has run on into years, Are we waiting for them to confirm our fears? FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIRE. They can't wait to use it. They can't wait to use it. They can't wait to try it out. They can't wait to use it. They've got a bomb. They've got a bomb And they can't wait to use it on me. Me. Me. Me.