Oh yeah, critical mass, detonation countdown, July 16th, 1945
  This is how we learned to fear the bomb and wonder how we'd all ever make it out alive
  And it's a strange love to love such a strange thing, you know I can't say I feel the same
  And it's irony to me that a burning sensation means a world so cold it freezes your brain
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  Oh, pile the skulls up, there must be a million or more
  We'll pile the skulls on bones and ashes, there must be a million or more
  Oh, bury the dead now, there must be a million or more
  We'll bury the dead 'neath bones and ashes, there must be a million or more
    Listen up now,
  Governments may create a world of hate in which we have to live and breath every day
  Fallout and radiation sickness, red pollution through the myriad waste
  Building their weapons of death and mass destruction, meeting out the justice by megaton
  Can we forget the Chernobyl devastation and remember the Uranium gone?
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    One world or none, there's gotta be one world or none
  There's gotta be one world or none, there's gotta be one world, one world where we can
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