Atomic Skies

1957

Was the year when sputnik flied

Like an angel

This was the era

When young presidents died

Like saviors

This was a time

When musicians thought they could change the world

Turn it upside down

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Could I be content

With the things I lack?

Could I be content

With the things I have?

I'm such a malcontent

I'll never be content

I'll never be content

This was the century

When young boys died

Like lemmings

This was a time

When science reigned supreme

And gods prayed

This was a time

When everything was possible

But left undone

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Under atomic skies

Could I be content

With the things I lack?

Could I be content

With the things I have?

I'm such a malcontent

I'll never be content

You’ll never be content

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Do, do do, do do, do do

Do, do do, do do, do do

Do, do do, do do, do do

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