One Nation Under a Bomb - Live, Brixton Ace, 8 October 1983

Four minutes left in the game to play
 Since that day in forty-five we've never had a say
 Was it solution to combat the right?
 Or just to stay ahead in the never-ending fight
 The president's plaything in the name of Manhattan
 Just another Hiroshima for him to flatten
 The protest signs are spread across the earth
 But will the protests pay their worth?
 They keep us at bay with piles of businessmen's excuses
 Planning hard, they've got us bored,
 but our blood will run like juices
 How long left now? The hands tick by
 Will we get our answers to what, where or why?
 Who'll press the button? Who'll start the war?
 Who'll survive the slaughter? Who'll perish on the floor?
 The part you play in this fucked up set
 leads to the overhead threat you'll never forget
 The times up now, no protest crowd
 Just have you got your final shroud?
 It's coming now. Now! Now! Now!