Atomic man, embossed on hues of
Money greens that swell and ooze, will
Scratch his chin as if to muse that
All this winning meant to lose
Though he slaved and hate his dues
Here he was, no time to choose
A way to change and try to fuse him
self into the waiting queues of
those still hoping for some news
about anything
Attack you fools the captain bawls
I will have your heads upon my walls so
Rows of heroes crouch to crawls, bomb
Bamboo huts and village halls, smash
Ping pong bats with cannon balls, as
Ali Baba's sheiks and sauls
they Debag Goliath as he falls
and the Statue Of Liberty climbs and mauls
everything
Champagne for the heroe whore
And watch your step man in all that gore
But not too much, he'll scream for more
El pres advices from the door
For though he's filled from skin to core
It's not enough he'll whine for sure, so
Say it's we who keep the score, and
nail him back upon the floor, yeh
So there he works, still at large
Behind his smiles and his camouflage
Of nice white coats and college grades that
Hide blue suits with golden braids
And though I hope that smell just fades
It does not go but leads to raids on
Bamboo huts in the country glades
Where the people use the grass for blades, ain't that something