Fly planes into the capitals,
Drop bombs and wave goodbye,
The survivors will all starve to death,
Control is ours tonight.

Drain wells and all the water source,
And raze their food supply,
Poison all the air down there,
The needs are ours tonight.

And finally when our night is done,
We’ll hear a softened cry,
The last one left, a city girl,
Her life is done tonight.

And then we’ll be alone at last,
Vain becomes our vague reply,
We’ll put a bullet through our brains,
The world is done tonight.

Soon enough, in a million years,
A victor will arise,
They’ll know nothing of our damage done,
For the world is theirs to stand by.