Слова:
Hawkwind Quark Strangeness And Charm

Radiation wasteland, radiation wasteland Ashes coming at me Craters coming at me now The radiation wasteland, I've got my anti-radiation machine Oh, thank you Dr. Strangelove, I said thank you Dr. Strangelove For giving me ashes and

oyster We smoked urban poison And we turned all this noise on We knew how to fight We dropped out and tuned in Spoke secret jargon And we would not

once was green and is now all sand That buried us up to our eyes And made us watchers of the skies 'Til the shadow wings came for our sight And left