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The specs in the sky

Warn you you’re gonna die

Storm comin’ you better hide

From the atomic tide

Flashes in the sky

Turn houses into sty

Turns people into clay

Radiator’s mighty day

Robot mind of robot slaves

Lead men to atomic graves

Plastic flowers melt in sun

Maybe moon falls upon

Dying world of radiation

Victims of mass frustration

Burning glow of unseen fire

Like electric funeral pyre

Buildings crashing down

To the stony ground

Rivers turn to wood

Ice melts into blood

Electric funeral

And so in the sky

Shines the electric eye

Supernatural king

Takes earth under its wing

Heaven’s golden chorus sings

Hell’s angels black their wings

Evil souls fall to hell

Ever trapped in burning cell