M.A.D. (Mutually Assured Destruction)

From where I stand
I see a blind man on a hill
From where I stand
I see the teacher in the valley
From where I stand
I see the blind man on a hill
And he is standing very still
The way it’s planned
They’ll only let the fools survive
The way it’s planned
You would not want to stay alive
Just one big band
It’s all they’re leaving you to think about
From where I stand
I know just what they’re planning
I know they’re planning one big bang
And they call it Mutually Assured Destruction
From where I stand
I can see the mushrooms in the sky
From where I stand
I can watch the bleeding children cry
And they will die
And you have no wings to fly
From where I stand
I see the man on the hill
And he is standing very still