Chain of Command

Pointed towers skyward bound
Missile control deep in the ground
Hooded figures start to walk
Huddle round afraid to talk

Subdued lighting, screaming alarms
this fortress has deathly charms
One man has the ultimate power
To decide the zero hour

Chain of Command starts to rattle
Control is ready for battle
Warhead is screaming its joy
Down from the skies to destroy

Instigator sign on your back
Star the attack
No Looking back

Solo: Mike

People panic in the east
Cities crumble piece by piece
White hot metal, falling ash
When the super powers clash

Mushroom clouds in the sky
At last the world condemned to die
Acid dust burns your face
Signals the end of the human race

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