Lost Dog Records

Lyrics

DEPLETED PLUTONIUM ROD

First it starts with a greenish glow
A mushroom cloud begins to grow
A hurricane of poison gas
Will devastate all in its path

You're gonna get closer to God
Depleted Plutonium Rod
Six feet under the sod
Depleted Plutonium Rod

Emitted from a power line
Unseen death rays shower by
The microwave will heat your peas
And mutate cells inside your knees

You're gonna get closer to God
Depleted Plutonium Rod
Six feet under the sod
Depleted Plutonium Rod

We tried to build a world with style
Convenience on stores on every mile
We put our faith in modern science
The easy life with each appliance
But chemicals are everywhere
We eat our food from plastic ware
The things that put men on the moon
Will lead us down the road to ruin

You're gonna get closer to God
Depleted Plutonium Rod
Six feet under the sod
Depleted Plutonium Rod

Depleted Plutonium Rod

Rod

c 1996 by Wishnefsky

Wishnefsky - vocals, electric guitars, synths, bass
Todd - snyths, vocals
Dave - drums

COMMENTS
One of my old bosses was a pretty bizarre guy. He constantly remarked how much he hated the name of our band.

One day I asked him, "Well, if you're so smart, what would you name our band?"

"Depleted Plutonium Rod," he replied.

"That's a shitty name for a band," I said. "But a brilliant name for a song."

I went home that night and wrote this song in all of about 10 minutes.

Wishnefsky