Every cloud has a nuclear lining The dark sky in the East Those without a shelter, whining At the face of the beast Red sky at night Is now no ones delight Get ready for the feast While the poor count their blessings And the rich count their money
Every cloud has a nuclear lining The dark sky in the East Those without a shelter, whining At the face of the beast Red sky at night Is now no ones delight Get ready for the feast While the poor count their blessings And the rich count their money