Lyrics

Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh The problem got buried alongside the flesh The contamination of body and soul By nuclear waste dumped along time ago When father was thirty he worked for the state Producing the weapon to keep a stalemate Deterrence by inference no one could win Balancing power but the knife edge was thin Father was paid so he didn't complain But felt that it was rather a dangerous game Producing a toy to destroy wasn't wrong But problems came up so he had to stay on The production of waste was the problem to solve It wouldn't evaporate, rot or dissolve They used metal coffins to bury at sea The Nuclear Radioactivity They said it was safe for a very long time And paid off the papers to say that was fine And nobody worried about that anymore They were too busy worrying about the next war... The wastage seeped out and diseases were found It belongs to the men who worked underground It's coal dust, it's cancer; it's normal they said 'Til somebody shouted "these people are dying, someone is lying" And Father is dead