| The missile is dead |
| The missile is dead |
| What shall we do in our nakedness? |
| The missile is dead |
| The missile is dead |
| What shall we do in our nakedness? |
| Beautiful machine |
| Guardian of space and time |
| Your voice was feared |
| To the very ends of the earth |
| Swift arbitrator |
| Final judge and executioner |
| You absolved us of guilt |
| Yours is the arm that kills |
| Your mercy was unfathomable |
| You were the peacemaker |
| Of strength and protector |
| Whose presence guaranteed our future |
| Here in the dark Earth please hide me |
| You are my lover my mother my brother |
| Anything will hold me and hide me |
| Oh, don’t let me find me |
| Your cold bosom is warming my chill |
| Keep him on the drip-feed |
| Keep him on the drip-feed |
| Keep him on the drip-feed |
| Keep him on the drip-feed |
| (Lie still) |
| Keep him on the drip-feed |
| (Lie still) |
| Keep him on the drip-feed |
| (Lie still) |
| We’re alone now |
| Swift arbitrator |
| Final judge and executioner |
| You absolved us of guilt |
| Yours is the arm that kills |
| Your mercy was unfathomable |
| You were the peacemaker |
| Of strength and protector |
| Whose presence guaranteed our future |
| (Missile is dead |
| Missile is dead |
| Missile is dead |
| Missile is dead |
| Missile is dead |
| Missile is dead) |
| Peace is such a flimsy state of affairs |