Hail the blest atomic morn
Another worthless song is born
The power surge reactor four
Up to the sky ascends
Veils the blest atomic sea
Its mouth off Highway 33
Whose lips--untouched with blasphemy--
Our glowing eyes attend
Planted in a deadwood field
Your voice in my ear
I’ve heard that sound before
I don’t want to hear no more
About the red rock sky
About the hemlock line
I’ve heard that sound before
Harps we dressed on grinding stone
Sharp to press our harvest home
Rank in vain and file prone
Our mortal thoughts impart
Time will fill our windowsills
With Black Strap from molasses mills
Neither time nor I can fill
Your 1985 Chernobyl heart
Another worthless song is born
The power surge reactor four
Up to the sky ascends
Veils the blest atomic sea
Its mouth off Highway 33
Whose lips--untouched with blasphemy--
Our glowing eyes attend
Planted in a deadwood field
Your voice in my ear
I’ve heard that sound before
I don’t want to hear no more
About the red rock sky
About the hemlock line
I’ve heard that sound before
Harps we dressed on grinding stone
Sharp to press our harvest home
Rank in vain and file prone
Our mortal thoughts impart
Time will fill our windowsills
With Black Strap from molasses mills
Neither time nor I can fill
Your 1985 Chernobyl heart
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