Last day of the world
Dust of million blasted dreams is setting down
Streets and Houses lay in ruins, the whole town
The whole land the whole continent will never breathe again
There is not even one single living man.
And the morning sun
Bursts through the clouds of snow-
y ash, concrete's lying around
-it's the last day of the world.
Weapons called the ABC pest cleaned the rocks
Giant blasts sweeped over landscapes, stopping every clock
Million years of life destroyed in a few blinks
Just because a few Computers had wrong links...
Of cause, they all built submarines
They all possessed limousines
Were all great in avoiding fees
Wishes frozen in the silence, forever unfulfilled
for our minimum of wisdom we were much too skilled
The fourth world war this I can say is never to be waged
And a book 'bout the occurrence is never to be paged.
Text: Till Auener
Musik: Till Auener, Caspar Pohl, Martin Bober