They say the sky used to be blue,
I don't quite believe it.
It's probably always been
the color that it is.
And there were cotton candy clouds,
birds to fly through it,
stories we all love to tell our kids.
So I'll close my electronic door
and keep the cold outside, (outside)
hug my aluminium pillow so tight
and pray the radiation
doesn't make me sick tonight.
They say there used to be a wind
wasn't caused by fans.
I wonder how it would have felt in my hair.
And the nuclear ring around the moon
was caused by man.
If it was, then it's much too late to care.
So I'll put my safety goggles on
and gaze out at the sun (sun).
The artificial atmosphere machines
give off a constant hum
in a world that's cold and peaceful, April 2031.
No more sky and no more trees,
April 2031.
No more oxygen to breathe,
April 2031.
No more hate and no more war,
April 2031.
Nothing left worth fighting for,
2031.
As far back as Vietnam,
we should have learned our lesson,
but we closed our eyes
and sent our sons away.
And they told us we were winning
as we sold more ammunition.
Some were angry,
most just looked the other way.
Oh, the night's illuminated
by the endless glowing sand (sand)
that swallowed all the oceans
and choked off all the land
in a world beyond resuscitation,
even by God's hand.
No more mountains, no more sea,
April 2031.
No more you and no more me,
April 2031.
No more music, no more songs,
April 2031.
And no God left to blame it on,
April 2031.
(No more children playing, April 2031).
(No more need for praying, April 2031).
(No more children playing, April 2031).
(No more need for praying, April 2031).