"Heart Like Chernobyl" lyrics
"Heart Like Chernobyl"
Oh dear, I feel like North Korea in the winter
I've got a toxic touch because everything is dying all around me
Lovers pet some plants, cousins, uncles, aunts
So run like the devil before you regret you ever found me
All I have to say
The news, it's made me this way
Another horror every day
So on your knees and pray
It's purely anecdotal
More than the sum total
Throw me down the waste disposal
I have a heart like Chernobyl
People escaping the war in boats
Tip them over and see who floats
When I'm faced with people dying
No emotion, it's like watching a soap
Appeal to my better nature
And tell me Jesus is the answer
He tried to see the good in everyone
But Jesus was a naive romancer
It's purely anecdotal
More than the sum total
Throw me down the waste disposal
I have a heart like Chernobyl
It's purely anecdotal
I'm Constantinople
Every army falls, invading my wars
I have a heart like Chernobyl
Watch out for reactor five
Nobody gets out alive
So do just what you have to do
If you're gonna survive
It's all the fault of the media
And all the fear they feed ya
Throw me down the waste disposal
I've a heart like Chernobyl
Writer(s): Peter Marc Almond, David James Ball
- AZLyrics
- S
- Soft Cell Lyrics
album:
"Happiness Not Included" (2022)
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