Children Of The Cold War Lyrics

I met a caveman in the library And I asked him, "What was your life like?" He said, "For the most part, we were appropriately named. Mostly we just hung around in caves hoping for some food to come along And waiting for the dinosaur to die." I met Moses in the tavern, and I bought him a beer I said, "Mo, there's something that I've always wondered about. For forty years you wandered in the desert. Didn't one among you think beforehand to have brought along some kind of map?" He said, "We waited that the ones who knew firsthand of slavery could die out, Be left behind, buried in the ground. So that no one but the innocent could reach the Promised Land. We waited for the children of slavery to die." Now the young ones, the young ones Begin their wandering through the desert Through TV news, legal claims, and taxes With one eye on the missiles, and one on the obituaries Waiting for the children of the Cold War to die [Radio clips (in studio version): For we have mortgaged our very future on this defense Anything is negotiable. It is the soviets who have stirred up this crisis. We must undertake air attacks. The greatest need is confidence. Communism is an aberration. I want to do what is principled. ] Helmut Kohl and Maggie Thatcher Yasser Arafat, George Bush and Gobechev Are of the desert, they will not pass through They will leave their bones behind To vanish into dust And when they bloom again as wheat stalks Beneath the boiling sun As the young ones Begin their wandering Through crack houses, leveraged buyouts, TV news, legal claims, and taxes With one eye on the missiles, and one on the obituaries Waiting for the children of the Cold War to die One eye on the missiles, and one on the obituaries Waiting for the children of the Cold War to die