The Atomic Umbrella
Shadows on park-benches shaking heads
Soaking up what sun that’s left, well
I’m glad I’m going to be dead
Living in the shadow is hell.
I don’t know what it’s coming to
Pollution, crime, violence, insanity
Don’t forget sex and the H-bomb, too
Look, Dad, you made it, you made me.
Everything’s hanging on a thread
Everything’s spinning, on the move
Everyone’s rushing off to bed
Everyone’s trying to find his groove.
The mad throb of modern hearts
The frantic urge to live
After all we gave those upstarts —
We gave all we could give.
Godless, damned, where’s your God?
Ain’t you running round in circles?
Where are your morals?
Where? O Lord!
What happened to the miracles?
You like it or you leave it
You rock or you roll over
You shut up or you bullshit
You stay put or move over.
Old Timer, find your bearings
Stop that ceaseless yak
The world has lost its moorings
We’re trying to get it back on track.
Thank you, sir, for your genes
For the wars that you turned cold
Thank you for the shiny machines
Thank you, no, keep your world.