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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 
Written by ricecake
Published | Edited 10th Oct 2012
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