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Blue-green 'cross the surface of the lake A shining, metallic gleam Another toxic thing, a poison bloom I could easily imagine any manner of disaster Couldn't you? Always feeling tense I await calamity At times I feel I can't even Trust the ground under my feet Floating atop a mushroom cloud Floating atop a mushroom cloud Floating atop a mushroom cloud Floating atop a mushroom cloud Aus Songtexte Mania