Songs over de nucleaire apocalyps druipen meestal van het pathos, maar Can kiest voor de tegenovergestelde benadering, wat misschien wel zo effectief is. “Some bored hipster mutters “I saw mushroom head/I was born and I was dead,” against a psychedelic drone, until everybody gets tired of it. “Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead,” bomb explodes, the end.”
When I saw – mushroom head
When I saw – mushroom head
When I saw – mushroom head
I was born and I was dead
I was born and I was dead
When I saw – mushroom head
When I saw – mushroom head
When I saw – mushroom head
I was born and I was dead
I was born and I was dead
I’m gonna give my despair
I’m gonna give my despair
I’m gonna give my despair
When I saw – skies are red
When I saw – skies are red
When I saw – skies are red
I was born and I was
I was born and I was dead
When I saw – mushroom head
When I saw – mushroom head
When I saw – mushroom head
I was born and I was dead
I was born and I was dead (etc)
I’m gonna give my despair
I’m gonna give my despair
I’m gonna give my despair
I’m gonna give my despair
When I saw – mushroom head
When I saw – mushroom head
When I saw – mushroom head
I was born and I was dead
I was born and I was dead (etc)
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
