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    "Showtime at the Apocalypse"genre: Glam
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    The title track of the Mystechs 4th LP is a heavy-metal joyride through a postnuclear nightmare world where the freaks and mutants eat cannibal hamburgers while scavenging the ruined cities for unmelted, unscratched "Best of Steppenwolf" CDs.
    CD: Showtime at the Apocalypse   Label: Omega Point Records
    Credits: Nic Dye & Suzy Brack - Vocals; Emil Hyde - Everything Else

    Lyrics
    I got a pre-war beater with
    Plutonium speakers
    That’ll take us where we need to go
    I’ll pick you up later
    At the smokin’ crater
    Where they used to play rock and roll
    The Anthrax kids
    By the Brooklyn Bridge
    Are putting on a murder show
    While the toxic cops
    Burn down the block
    In the name of pest control
    It’s a dangerous world we live in, honey
    Though it’s not without its thrills
    You keep saying that you’d die for me
    But, tell me, would you kill?
    In all my years
    In my worst fears
    I never thought it would come to this
    But it’s not so bad
    Once you go mad:
    Showtime at the apocalypse

    I love how
    When the lights are out
    Your body glows so green
    So if you’ve got a taste
    For nuclear waste
    Then let me buy you a drink
    Still, you could use a transplant, baby
    Those organs are out of style
    Brand new lungs to keep you young
    And some teeth to plug that smile
    I know that you used to go
    Out with the zombie pigs
    I don’t mind that
    Just don’t let me catch
    You running ‘round with the two-headed kid
    In all my years
    In my worst fears
    Never saw it getting weird as this
    But it’s not so bad
    Once you go mad:
    Showtime at the apocalypse

    I got a shelter
    Out in the desert
    Where the two of us can chill
    My own private hideout
    From the West Coast fallout
    With a stash of guns and pills
    The King of Swing
    Wants to hear you sing
    He’s down in the front row
    You’d best hope he’s entertained
    Or they’ll be scraping you off the road
    In all my years
    In my worst fears
    I never dreamed it would come to this
    But it’s not so bad
    Once you go mad:
    Showtime at the apocalypse

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