Harold Hering, home from war, half his life in uniform
From the skies over Vietnam to a hole deep underground
One hand on the codebook, one hand on the key
Staring at the radio, alert for any sound
What will you do when the word comes down?
A humble missile farmer tending to his crop
Waiting for a signal to get passed on down the chain
But Harold had one question, and it ended his career:
When they say the word that ends the world, how will I know they're sane?
What will you do when the word comes down and the hand on the trigger shakes?
The warning lights are flashing but no-one sees them anymore
The squeaky wheels are drowning in our grease
Everyone's connected, all the systems jury-rigged
A distant voice is counting down and the safety's been released
What will we do when the hand on the trigger shakes?
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