Atomic Skies Lyrics

1957 was the year when sputnik flied (like an angel)
the era where young presidents died
the time when musicians thought
they could change the world.

under atomic skies

could I be content with the things I lack?
could I be content with the things I have?
i'm suck a malcontent
i'll never be content

this was the century when young boys died
like lemmings.
when science reigned supreme
and gods prayed
when everything was possible
but left undone