Mutants

I've got a bomb shelter in my backyardWith a years supply of beer, some guns and a deck of cardsJust me and the band a couple girls with big titsWe're having a party on the eve of the apocalypseThe Punx'll survive the nuclear blastThen the world will be ours at lastWe'll ransack the local armoryAnd get all kids of high tech weaponryLiving in the rubble of World War IIISafe in a fortified breweryWith motion detectors and claymore minesTo back our No Tresspassing signsWe'll be tyrants and do as we pleaseEnslave the pitiful refugeesWe'll be a new societyThe most decadent in historyWith sex-slave girls on golden chainsAnd bloody arena combat gamesExotic grisly executionsAre weekend party institutions[Chorus:]Nuclear castastropheArmageddon World War IIIThe end of the world but not for meIt's my post punkrock nuke fantasyOn safari in the forbidden zonewhere flesh-eating zombies roamOur enemies staked out as baitLure mutants to where we waitWe let them have their ghoulish feastThen open up and spray the beastsSo just remember if you cross usMutants shall feast on thine carcass[Repeat Chorus]Burning survivalists out of their sheltersOmega man singing Helter SkelterRoad warriors with beers in handAmrageddons offical band