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Good lookin Millie’s got a gun in her hand
But she don’t know how to use it
The barrel trembles as she stares at the door
Hoping that the hinges hold

She found the pistol lying in the road
Beside what looked like a cop
She couldn’t tell if they were still alive
But she sure hoped not

Look at Peter, Peter, ration eater
A passionate tragic man
His fallout shelter couldn’t keep him safe
From some dusty cans

Now he’s sitting in a shiny grave
Produced by his own fear
He beat the bomb but he’s on his own
Choking on what he held dear

Doom and gloom and mushroom cloud
It’s a fight or flight
Never coming down

Slim Sam, Sad Sam, No One Gives A Damn Sam
Follows the fleeing whore
She’s grabbed a gun off the cop that he killed
And hides behind a door

Wish his bullies could see him now
They’d bow but how they’d die
He’ll do to them like he’d do anyone
Killed so he’ll survive

Doom and gloom and mushroom cloud
It’s a fight or flight
Never coming down

So I’ll stay play my blues away
Have faith in dinner coming soon
My lunch was light like my wife thinks she’s right
That I’m starting to balloon

Intake Spam steak pray for bacon making
And maybe take a shot or two
Then off to bed where a wife and her man
Will do what they will do

Doom and gloom and mushroom cloud
It’s a fight or flight
Never coming down