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