Twenty odd years now waiting for the flash 
chronic obsessive compulsive 
Why can’t I breath? 
Evacuate, evacuate, evacuate 
And he began to suffocate, and his possessions multiplied 
And he began to suffocate, and his possessions multiplied 
And he began to suffocate, and his possessions multiplied 
And he began to suffocate 
If you begin to feel overload, you will begin to feel what we are saying 
If you begin to feel overload, consider your earth 
What it feels 
Mayday, mayday, mayday 
Affirmative, negative 
60 seconds and counting 
Fire two 
50 seconds 
40 seconds 
30 seconds and counting 
20 seconds 
Let’s play dead 
15 
Ignition sequence start 
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 

They can build them small, call it tactical. 
Stop the fallout, make it practical 
To smash the misfits who foul up their scene 
With the practical, tactical, killing machine. 
FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIRE. 

They can't wait to use it. They can't wait to use it. 
They can't wait to try it out. They can't wait to use it. 
They've got a bomb. They've got a bomb 
And they can't wait to use it on me. 
Me. 

Twenty odd years now waiting for the flash 

The survivors are numbered amongst the dead 

All of the oddballs thinking we'll be ash. 
Well the four minute warning has run on into years, 
Are we waiting for them to confirm our fears? 
FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIRE. 

They can't wait to use it. They can't wait to use it. 
They can't wait to try it out. They can't wait to use it. 
They've got a bomb. They've got a bomb 
And they can't wait to use it on me. 
Me. Me. Me.