They said protect and you`ll survive
(but our postman didn`t call)
8lbs. of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall
They said protect and you`ll survive
E.M.P. took out the radio
(and our milk-man didn`t call)
Flash blinded by the pretty lights,
didn`t see his bottles fall
or feel the warm black rain arrive
Big friendly cloud builds in the West
(and our dust-men haven`t called)
They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour
a tail wind chasing them away
And in deep shelters lurk below, sub-regional control
who sympathise but cannot help
to mend your body or your soul
Self-appointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face
When steady sirens sing all-clear they pop up,
find nobody here
And so I watch two new suns spin
(our paper man doesn`t call)
Burnt shadow printed on the road
now there`s nothing there at all
They said protect and you`ll survive