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Wasteland
There's a quiet tide over Gainsville
A red night sun over the window sill
Just before the missile hits from the town rear
We realize that it's nuclear
First the puff, then smoke
Fragments that infiltrate and poke
Everyone that's still hiding, ain't
Noses bleed whilst children faint
There's an eerie silence
A teen screams for decadence
PunK Goth slur Adare
AnYthing better than nUclear
The wasteland is zoned off now
Army came round and fenced off, that's how
That's how the fucking desert got it's name
Gainesville nuked into the history book of fame
The goths now run the show
Their leader Adare know
The day a nuke by hand
Was delivered to this Wasteland
A red night sun over the window sill
Just before the missile hits from the town rear
We realize that it's nuclear
First the puff, then smoke
Fragments that infiltrate and poke
Everyone that's still hiding, ain't
Noses bleed whilst children faint
There's an eerie silence
A teen screams for decadence
PunK Goth slur Adare
AnYthing better than nUclear
The wasteland is zoned off now
Army came round and fenced off, that's how
That's how the fucking desert got it's name
Gainesville nuked into the history book of fame
The goths now run the show
Their leader Adare know
The day a nuke by hand
Was delivered to this Wasteland
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