War Games

Moscow’s getting worried
Favours being curried
Got an itchy fi nger
Make a little crater
North of the Equator
Got no time to linger
Systems being altered, directions
being changed
Point one at Uranus but it’s too far
out of range
Argue silly points while the
seconds tick away
Chorus:
They fall to the left of me they fall
to the right
I pretend not to notice out of mind
is out of sight
Killing, dying, carnage, until all life
is bled
All playing War Games
Bang bang dead
Washington is worried
Questions being hurried
No one tell the people
We’re so democratic
Oh so diplomatic
We won’t cause a ripple
Hide them in our grainstores and
hide them underground
Shall we tell The President? He
isn’t to be found
He may be riding horses and
besides we’ll get our way
Europe on the sideline
Reading every guideline
Got nowhere to run to
It’s been a lovely party
Elegant and arty
Yes we’ve had our fun too
Collect all your data and store
it all away
Dream not of tomorrow but of
all your yesterdays
Turn to face the camera it’s time
to say bye bye
Chorus