Half Life

Chewing grenades, spitting out the pins
My insides explode but I’ve got thick skin
Though if I open my mouth I tend to end up
In low-Earth orbit, sitting on my thumbs
Like two wires waiting to trigger a bomb
Tens of megatons, like meteors
Decimated lands in its wake, and scores
Of volunteers sign up for peace’s sake or
Whatever fake excuse given
By the global gunnery sarge
To barge in and weaponise a generation
Standard issue from a generous nation
Graceful donation, no ill intention
Pale faces, blackbody radiation
Sticks, stones and depleted uranium
Half-life halved, whole life decayin'
Radio tuned on failed transmissions
They say there’s a light at the end of the tunnel:
That of muzzle flashes and molotov cocktails