Flowers that decay on the graves that are fresh
The problem got buried alongside the flesh
The contamination of body and soul
By nuclear waste dumped a long time ago
When father was thirty he worked for the state
Producing the weapons to keep a stalemate
Deterrence by inference no one could win
Balancing power but the knife edge was thin
Father was paid so he didn't complain
But felt it was rather a dangerous game
Producing a toy to destroy, was it wrong?
But problems came up so he had to stay on
The production of waste was the problem to solve
It wouldn't evaporate on or dissolve
They used metal coffins to bury at sea
The nuclear radioactivity
They said it was safe for a very long time
And paid off the papers to say that was fine
And nobody worried about that any more
They were too busy worrying about the next war....
The wastage seeped out and diseases were found
In the lungs of the men who worked underground
'It's coal dust, it's cancer, it's normal' they said
'Til somebody shouted 'These people are dying'
'Someone is lying', 'These people are dying'
'Someone is lying', 'These people are dying'
'Someone is lying', 'These people are dying'....
- And father is dead, father is dead, father is dead....
Writer(s): Richard Lucas
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