Hiroshima New York
Moscow Berlin
Oh what a day
What a perfect day
To drop the bomb
To settle it once
And for all
Drop the bomb
Incineration
Heat
Blast
Radiation
Watch the world mirror its creation
In devastation
Fifty megatons of death from the skies
Deaf to every suggestion to peace
Fifty megatons of death from the skies
And the earth will light up like the sun