Hiroshima, Nagasaki Russian Roulette-Jim Page/Phil Ochs

Hiroshima, Nagasaki Russian Roulette - Jim Page They dropped the bomb in '45 to end the world No one had ever seen such a terrible sight before The world looked on with eyes wide to see where it might lead The politics of power pass around the seed It was a time to remember, we never can forget They were playin' Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian roulette They arose like the saviors of the modern human race With radiation halos that hung about their face With the key to the sure cure and the treatment of our ills A hot shot of cobalt and a pocket full of pills Speaking always of the enemy who lurked across the sea While they crept in among us like a carrier disease Deep down inside the bunkers of the concrete and the lead Einstein's disciples work steadily ahead Making heavy metal power plants to fire the city lights All you can hear in the underground is the humming through the night The walls of tight security circle all around Where they spill out their poison and they bury it in the ground Hole up in the harbours hidden secretly away Warheads and submarines wait to make their play The military masterminds improve on their designs The soldiers get doped up and stumble through the lines The spills into the river get carried out by the tide They call this security but we're not satisfied Our statesmen and leaders with their politicians pay Quick to heed the hand that feeds, they're careful what they say They call out experts to assure us, to wave their magic wands This is the power of the future and the future marches on And they call in all theirs favours, all their political gains While the spills fill the rivers and settle in the plains They've caused the death of millions, that's their stock and trade They will be afflicted by the fallout that they've made They've sealed their own inevitable doom and it must surely come Not even the moons of Jupiter will be far enough way to run When the earth that they've assaulted begins to turn around And the unavoidable gravity sucks them to the ground I know the minds behind them, they are fiddled full of holes Not to be trusted with their hands at the controls Their eyesight it is twisted by the glory of their careers The heaped praise of flattery is music to their ears To listen to them talk about how it hasn't happened yet Is like playin' Hiroshima Nagasaki Russian roulette