Текст песни Mutants

I've got a bomb shelter in my backyard

With a years supply of beer, some guns and a deck of cards

Just me and the band a couple girls with big tits

We're having a party on the eve of the apocalypse

The Punx'll survive the nuclear blast

Then the world will be ours at last

We'll ransack the local armory

And get all kids of high tech weaponry

Living in the rubble of World War III

Safe in a fortified brewery

With motion detectors and claymore mines

To back our No Tresspassing signs

We'll be tyrants and do as we please

Enslave the pitiful refugees

We'll be a new society

The most decadent in history

With sex-slave girls on golden chains

And bloody arena combat games

Exotic grisly executions
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Are weekend party institutions

[Chorus:]

Nuclear castastrophe

Armageddon World War III

The end of the world but not for me

It's my post punkrock nuke fantasy

On safari in the forbidden zone

where flesh-eating zombies roam

Our enemies staked out as bait

Lure mutants to where we wait

We let them have their ghoulish feast

Then open up and spray the beasts

So just remember if you cross us

Mutants shall feast on thine carcass

[Repeat Chorus]

Burning survivalists out of their shelters

Omega man singing Helter Skelter

Road warriors with beers in hand

Amrageddons offical band