Paroles de Living Through Another Cuba

Living through another Cuba it's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle Russia and America are at each other's throats but don't you cry just on your knees and pray, and while you're down there, kiss your arse goodbye We're the bulldog on the fence while others play their tennis overhead it's hardly love all and somebody might wind up red or dead pour some oil on the water quick it doesn't really matter where from he love me, he loves me not he's pulling fins from an atom bomb This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so if they're not careful your watch won't be the only thing with a radioactive glow I'll stick my fingers in my ears and hope they make it up before too late if we get through this lot alright they're due for replay, 1998