They're hosing
down trucks at the border under a rainbow
sign The raindrops falling on my head
burn into my mind
On a hillside in the distance There's
a patch of green sunshine Ain't it a
shame, ain't it a shame About the radium
rain
Everyday in the paper You can watch
the numbers rise No such event can overtake
us here We're much too wise
In the meantime Don't eat anything
that grows And don't breathe when the
cars go by Ain't it a shame, ain't it
a shame About the radium rain
Big motorcycle rumbles out of the rain
like some creation of mist There's a
man on a roof with a blindfold on
and a hand grenade in his fist
I walk stiff with teeth clenched tight
filled with nostalgia for a clean wind's
kiss Ain't it a shame, ain't it a shame About
the radium rain
A flock of birds writes something
on the sky in a language I can't understand God's
graffiti But it don't say why so much
evil seems to land on man
When everyone I meet just wants to
live and love and get along as best
they can Ain't it a shame, ain't it a
shame About the radium rain
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