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Won't hear a sound at Porton Down, |
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the clear liquids keep their silence, |
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buried underground at Porton Down |
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the fast form of the final violence. |
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Quite right to be worried about the proliferation |
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of nuclear bombs and power stations, |
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but there's a deterrent that's going to |
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unearth us yet... |
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Hurry on round about Porton Down, |
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a quick glimpse of the future warfare |
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hidden underground at Porton Down; |
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far too frightening to utter what you saw there. |
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They got bacteria to drop us where we stand, |
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they got diseases still unknown to man, |
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they got the virus and a microgram's enough |
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to do in a continent. |
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The ultimate madness, |
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just one shattered test-tube to wipe out the world. |
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It begins with the mustard gas, |
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it proceeds to Hiroshima. |
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The culture moves on - |
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now it's bacterial, truly insane. |
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Porton Down waits to fever the brain. |
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Won't hear a sound at Porton Down, |
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the clear liquids keep their silence |
|
buried underground at Porton Down, |
|
the fast form of the final violence. |
|
Hurry on round about Porton Down |
|
a quick glimpse of the future warfare, |
|
hidden underground at Porton Down, |
|
far too frightening to say what you saw there. |
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No sound at Porton Down, |
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No sound at Porton Down, |
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No sound from Porton Down, |
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No sound |
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after Porton Down. |
