Microwave - No Redeeming Social Value

When they drop the bomb on me

One hundred thousand will be saved

Should i crawl into the hole

The world would be my microwave

Billions spent on star wars

It won’t stop the pain

Cloud is moving our way

I feel i’ve fought in vain

MICROWAVE, MICROWAVE

THE WORLD IS MY MICROWAVE

Sometimes dead is better

Sometimes more than not

What gives them the right to live

While i sit here and rot

Time of doom is near

Now i live in fear

As i cower in my hole

I smell my burning soul (sole)

Never thought it’d come to this

Never thought it’d cry

Sitting here in my hell hole

Sit and wait to die