A lonely teenage daydream
  Of things that I might have been
  A surreal kind of thinking
  Keeps drifting in on me
  The Remington Electric
  I'm banging on its keys
  The words appear before me
  Their meaning's guaranteed
  A foreboding gloom upon us
  Of death ribbons and bows
  A gift to our generation from
  the men who have gone before
  My twisted body is lifeless
  Not so their twisted minds
  Peace through power is their motto
  Power through peace is their crime
  A sadistic smile spreads across my face
  Amid my mournful wail
  For although they killed a world
  Their fate was also sealed