I read the news
The news today, oh boy
It was the end of life as we know
In 1964
Titans on the run
The brightness of the sun
Over the towns
Fly missiles, fly
Over the lakes
Fly missiles
Faster than sound
All we built will crumble down to ground
All you had will turn into gray dust
Burn back into ash
Our fathers' land
Helpless we stand
Over the towns
Fly missiles, fly
Over the lakes
Fly missiles
Faster than sound
The white traces from the orbit
Silent, glorious
On a clear July night
A new star is born
Then the light burns our eyes
Heat burns the skin
And the sound burns our ears, when
Over the towns
Fly missiles, fly
Over the lakes
Fly missiles
Faster than sound
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Over the towns
Fly
Over the lakes
Fly
Fly, missiles fly
