| Won’t hear a sound at Porton Down, |
| The clear liquids keep their silence, |
| Buried underground at Porton Down |
| The fast form of the final violence. |
| Quite right to be worried about the proliferation |
| Of nuclear bombs and power stations, |
| But there’s a deterrent that’s going to Unearth us yet… |
| Hurry on round about Porton Down, |
| A quick glimpse of the future warfare |
| Hidden under ground at Porton Down; |
| Far too frightening to utter what you saw there. |
| They got bacteria to drop us where we stand, |
| They got diseases still unknown to man, |
| They got the virus and a microgram’s enough |
| To do in a continent. |
| The ultimate madness, |
| Just one shattered test-tube to wipe out the world. |
| It begins with the mustard gas, |
| It proceeds to Hiroshima. |
| The culture moves on — |
| Now it’s bacterial, truly insane. |
| Porton Down waits to fever the brain. |
| Won’t hear a sound at Porton Down, |
| The clear liquids keep their silence |
| Buried underground at Porton Down, |
| The fast form of the final violence. |
| Hurry on round about Porton Down |
| A quick glimpse of the future warfare, |
| Hidden underground at Porton Down, |
| Far too frightening to say what you saw there. |
| No sound at Porton Down, |
| From Porton Down, |
| After Porton Down |