My fellow wise guys
I think its long past due
That the old doomsayers be called out on their lies
So
Im calling out the ghosts
Of assisinated politicians and overdosed musicians
You Promised
That by my generation the world would be over not worse
You promised my ancestors
that you'd drop the bomb
And i just might not be here
Oh sure you were all sure
Somebody would do it
But none of you had any balls
You couldnt press the button
And now i hear its not gonna happen and im gonna have to get a job and drive a car
I was promised a Mad-max underworld
What the hell happened?!
I'm here choking on too much fatty food in a slowly crumbling society
That you promised would die MUCH FASTER
If I dont see a mushroom cloud in the distance soon
That forces me to get a 357 magnum and go kick some mutant ass
I swear by the godless radiation free sky
So help me ill write this poem!

no responses huh?