Living Through Another Cuba

Living through another cuba

It's 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 other's throats

But don't you cry

Just on your knees and pray, and while you're

Down there, kiss your arse goodbye



We're the bulldog on the fence

While others play their tennis overhead

It's hardly love all and somebody might

Wind up red or dead

Pour some oil on the water quick

It doesn't really matter where from

He love me, he loves me not

He's pulling fins from an atom bomb



This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so

If they're not careful your watch won't be the

Only thing with a radioactive glow

I'll stick my fingers in my ears

And hope they make it up before too late

If we get through this lot alright

They're due for replay, 1998


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