Trump Talkin' Nukes Lyrics - Tim Heidecker

I was born in 1976 

Grew up on Red Dawn and WarGames, and ICBMs 

And after school me and my friends 

We'd meet in the garage 

And we'd take stock of the garden tools 

To assess which ones would make good weapons 

But my dad had it worse than me 

He'd have to hide under a desk 

As if that would stop the blast from destroying everything 

Then the tactics changed 

And the poor used what they had 

Like trucks and planes 

And bodies strapped with dynamite 

And it was terrible, tragic, but it wasn't a mushroom cloud 

And it was terrible, tragic, but it wasn't a mushroom cloud 

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