Isn't it delicious, there's a red sun in the sky
Every time we see it rise, another city dies
And the bombs blow up the cemeteries
And the dead give up their graves
But we go on making out, babe, through the short, bleak days.
And I really wish you'd tell me if your skin is feeling right
I don't like the way your shoulder peeled last night
And the bombs blow up the houses
And the bombs uproot the trees
And I saw my children carried off on a strange, bright breeze
But there ain't no point in weepin'
And there ain't no point in lying
Let's laugh, and make the most of it
After all, we're only dying.

Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
And we know we're bound to go.

Since we found the doctor's surgery, I'm feeling rather fine
Send a shot of this and a shot of that up that old main line
And the bombs blow up the churches
And the priests cry out for faith
Kiss my mouth while I still have it, take my hand, and keep it safe
Hear my heart while it's still beating, hear my breath while it can last
And take another roll, dear, but we'd better make it fast
And the bombs destroy our hopes
And the bombs fragment our dreams
And we're bound to pause and wonder if all is what it seems
But there ain't no point in leavin'
For there's nowhere left to go
just smile and make it tender
Make it kind and make it slow.

Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
Rolling, we're rolling in the ruins
And we know we're bound to go.

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