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The birds in the trees are singing a tune.

A farmer is whistling, he's singing a tune.

The old widow lady is singing a tune.

But the radio's playing a message of doom.

Growing suspense, it's happened before.

Meetings of Big Whigs, it's happened before.

A dream of a new world, it's happened before.

The newspaper's showing signs of pre-war.

Soon we won't be where we are today.

The breath of life is the price we'll pay.

We will suffer the penalty,

Well it's bombs away,

And it's over, and over, and over.

Is this what we really want today?

The breath of life is the price we'll pay.

Is self-destruction the remedy?

Well it's bombs away,

And it's over, and over, and over.

The birds in the trees will happen no more.

The playing of children will happen no more.

The break of a new day will happen no more.

Will this be the message to settle the score?

Is this what we really want today?

The breath of life is the price we pay.

Is self-destruction the remedy?

Well it's bombs away

And it's over, and over, and over.