Chosen To Survive
Lyrics (c) Peter Ancaster | Music by Andy J. Deborra | April 1986
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In a cold and misty morning
I woke late, the world has changed
Chaos around me, craters deep
And human beings out of range
I went out see how the land lies
A storm of nukes had crossed the land
But how could I survive its forces
The radiation A-bombs send
Guessed the drugs I threw in last night
The source of power immunize
On bended knees I sent a prayer
To thank my dealer's last advice
"Sniff some cocain, take some blue pills
Smoke a joint and suck some speed
You'll slip away from mother's planet
Be carried by a burning heat"
And I was chosen to survive
Yes I was chosen to survive
I was chosen to survive
I saw the world destroyed around me
Survived by those so called dangerous drugs
Peace-maker weapons killed all our people
But no one's here to pass the buck
In a cold and misty morning
When All of you went out to work
I was haunted by a brainwave
It's all above your low-brow irk
Dream on your dreams of peaceful rockets
Dream on your dream the world is fine
Your praised true world is self-deception
Keep your weapons but get off my line
I woke late, the world has changed
Chaos around me, craters deep
And human beings out of range
I went out see how the land lies
A storm of nukes had crossed the land
But how could I survive its forces
The radiation A-bombs send
Guessed the drugs I threw in last night
The source of power immunize
On bended knees I sent a prayer
To thank my dealer's last advice
"Sniff some cocain, take some blue pills
Smoke a joint and suck some speed
You'll slip away from mother's planet
Be carried by a burning heat"
And I was chosen to survive
Yes I was chosen to survive
I was chosen to survive
I saw the world destroyed around me
Survived by those so called dangerous drugs
Peace-maker weapons killed all our people
But no one's here to pass the buck
In a cold and misty morning
When All of you went out to work
I was haunted by a brainwave
It's all above your low-brow irk
Dream on your dreams of peaceful rockets
Dream on your dream the world is fine
Your praised true world is self-deception
Keep your weapons but get off my line