You turn on the magical moving box,
to find a leader preaching a boquet of lies.
They say peace will come, nothing's to fear,
but now we have no longer the weapons of yesteryear.
Will come hunger, will come humanity lost.
Nuclear skies, a boquet of lies.
What were they thinking when they said goodbye?
They said we had nothing to fear, but now,
there is nothing to fear, but fear itself.
Prince of darkness has brought forth his troops,
but what will it accomplish, other than turning
the world into a desert, void of life?
But, we believed them, everything they said.
It all turned out to be a boquet of lies,
a boquet of lies.
