Various Artists - Trump Talkin' Nukes lyrics

I was born in 1976 Grew upon red dawn and war games, and ICBMs And after school me and my friends We'd meet in the garage And we'd take stock of the garden tools Of which ones would make good weapons But my dad had it worse than me He'd have to hide under a desk As if that would stop the blast from destroying everything Then the tactics changed And the poor used what they had Like trucks and planes And bodies strapped with dynamite And it was terrible, tragic, but it wasn't a mushroom cloud And it was terrible, tragic, but it wasn't a mushroom cloud But you can't put the genie back In fact it's a miracle that it hasn't happened yet Crazy how it only takes a maniac Crazy how it only takes a maniac