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lyrics

We will bathe in the afterglow
And build snowmen with the fallout snow
Our blood is poison our brains are mush
All our pubes have left the bush
Naked hairless gleaming skin
Clothes made of the bags from bins
All our friends have extra legs
Some give birth but some lay eggs

I want to be a super mutant
That is why I drink pollutant
and water that’s irradiated
No wonder I’ve never dated
Growing scent glands like a skunk
Extend my nose like an elephant’s trunk
Have some elbows sprout from my thighs
And in my armpits a pair of eyes

My body feels manky like something in a hanky
My bones are brittle - do you feel it, Lower Spittle?
Don’t do what I did cos you’ll soon be reminded
that you can’t choose mutations that’ll bring congratulations

Every day the sickness thickens
My flesh melts, and the pace does quicken
More and more like a ghoul I seem
And for some reason I hate ice cream
My body’s wrong I have no doubt
Upside down and inside out
I’m afraid that if I sneeze
from my nose will come my knees

Last time I tried to use the loo
I lost my liver and a kidney too
I picked a shovel off the kitchen floor
My sphincter broke and I lost some more
When I climbed into my bed
My tongue fell out and then it said
“Radiation never pays,
We’re all going our separate ways”

My organs dissipated and my body separated
Each part an offender that had its own agenda
My brain is lonely like a single ravioli
Left on a pillow like a shell-less armadillo

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from I Suppose You Could Call It Music - The Gamma Radio Album, released April 6, 2020
Words by Rob Harrison and Paul Chetty
Music by Rob Harrison

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Gamma Radio is a Post Nuclear Comedy podcast set in the ruins of Great Britland. These post apocalyptians are a musical bunch, and here we display their finest wares.

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