The Wreck-Age - Tygers Of Pan Tang

We’re frightened by the arms race

We’re frightened by nuclear waste

We’re frightened by this stale mate

We’re frightened by the growing hate

Who cares about humanity

Who cares about you and me

The results are plain to see

Living in the wreck-age

How did we reach this stage

Living in the wreck-age

Living in the wreck-age

Living between the blades

Living in the wreck-age

They keep their secrets from us

And they expect our trust

They never believe what they’re told

And they tell us we must

It’s always the same

It will never change

There will be no refrain