Slowly the rockets drift away into the distance,
Don’t expect to meet them anymore.
And though I feel a little sorry for America,
Europe has this yet in store.

The nuclear bomb flies, swaying in the air,
Don’t expect anything good from it,
Even if you bury yourself deep in the ground,
You can’t escape the shockwave’s hit.

Like a tablecloth, like a tablecloth, chlorocyan spreads,
And creeps right into your gas mask.
Everyone, everyone believes in better days,
But the nuclear bomb falls, falls fast.

Suddenly, the sun shines bright above the land,
Yet rain still pours down overhead.
Just a moment ago, a friend was by your side,
Now he lies there, roasted dead.

The grass is scorched by a hydrogen sun,
Kangaroos mutate into dogs,
The Aboriginals have reclaimed their rights at last,
Over Canberra, the red flag flogs.

Like a tablecloth, like a tablecloth, diphosgene spreads,
And seeps into your ears, nose, and eyes.
Everyone, everyone believes in better days,
But not everyone has a gas mask to survive.

Maybe we wronged someone for no good reason,
Dropped fifteen megatons in flight.
Now the land burns and melts away,
Where the Pentagon once stood in might.

U.S. tanks melt oh so nicely,
Why did the factory make them at all?
Oh, what a shame this blast must end,
I wish it lasted a whole year’s fall.

Like a tablecloth, like a tablecloth, chloropicrin spreads,
And sneaks into our gas masks tight.
Everyone, everyone believes in better days,
Maybe someone will survive this night.

But this song doesn’t end just here,
We’ll build a brand-new testing ground.
All that will remain when it’s done,
We’ll load onto a blue train, homeward bound!

Like a tablecloth, dibenzoxazepine spreads,
And creeps right into our gas masks.
Everyone, everyone believes in better days,
The nuclear bomb falls, falls fast.

Like a tablecloth, bromobenzyl cyanide spreads,
And seeps into your ears, nose, and eyes.
Everyone, everyone believes in better days,
Maybe someone will survive.

Like a tablecloth, diphenylchloroarsine spreads,
And creeps right into our gas masks.
Everyone, everyone believes in better days,
The nuclear bomb falls, falls fast.