Living through another Cuba
its 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle
while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle

Russia and America are at each others throats
but dont you cry
just on your knees and pray, and while youre
down there, kiss your arse goodbye

Were the bulldog on the fence
while others play their tennis overhead
its hardly love all and somebody might
wind up red or dead
pour some oil on the water quick
it doesnt really matter where from
he love me, he loves me not
hes pulling fins from an atom bomb

This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so
if theyre not careful your watch wont be the
only thing with a radioactive glow
Ill stick my fingers in my ears
and hope they make it up before too late
if we get through this lot alright
theyre due for replay, 1998