Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh
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The problem got buried alongside the flesh
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The contamination of body and soul
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By nuclear waste dumped along time ago
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When fther was thirty he worked for the state
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Producing the weapon to keep a stalemate
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Deterence by inference no one could win
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Balancing power but the knife edge was thin
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Father was paid so he didn't complain
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But felt that it was rather a dangerous game
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Producing a toy t destroy was it wrong?
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But problems came up so he had to stay on
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The production of waste was the problem to solve
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It wouldn't evaporate, rot or dissolve
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They used metal coffins to bury at sea
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The nuclear raioactivity
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They said it was safe for a very long time
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And paid off the papers to say that was fine
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And nobody worried about that anymore
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They were too busy worrying about the next war...
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The wastage seeped out and diseases were found
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in the lungs of the men who worked underground
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"It's coaldust, it's cancer; it's normal" they said
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'Til somebody shouted "these people are dyine, someone is lying"
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And Father is dead.
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Someone Is Lying
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