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Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
Eight miles high and falling fast.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
It landed foul on the grass.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
And in the streets: the children screamed,
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
The curse it is cast
There's a battle outside
It's comin on fast
And ending's aren't always...
Eight miles high and falling fast.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
It landed foul on the grass.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
And in the streets: the children screamed,
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
The curse it is cast
There's a battle outside
It's comin on fast
And ending's aren't always...