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