White domes on sacred land, B52's in Arnhem Land Cold wars buccaneers, lasers in the stratosphere There's a shadow across the sun, alarms of struggle and flight There's poised seeds in the perfumed garden And the spectre of an endless night Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane Feel the cold winds turning, keep the faith burning Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane. Vogue fashions, empty pa**ions, world banks, corporation think-tanks Feeding us our new-made view, with out Weeties and our spectic news Geriatric B-grade actor, power in his paternal smile His inane quotes are last years jokes Now we judge all his lies on style. Melt-down, southbound, the winds are blowing gale force Gather up the children, batten down the doors Hope's like a beacon in the howling night Mururoa, Pine Gap, Greenham Common Together it's going to be a long, hard fight. Rambo, cult machismo, Armageddon, the clouds keep spreading Warriors rule by fear, fission for the profiteers Ma** march, rally in the twilight, heart and soul, a call for peace If power is blocked through the ballot box Then we'll vote it in the open streets