we ride the rails again
into containment,
we burn a trail of roentgens into the desert

the vault opens again
into the mountain,
the vault opens again,
into the mountain...

time and a half, semiautomatic,
we train the waste to stay in place.

and what I'm living is a halflife
and what I'm doing is disintegrating
and what I'm living is a halflife
and what I'm doing is disintegrating

as heard in power circles, “at your disposal, sir...”
but that nuke juice eats through boots!

and what I'm living is a halflife
and what I'm doing is disintegrating
and what I'm living is a halflife
and what I'm doing is disintegrating

skin in the drain again,
repeat the treatment,
company man, company town, a disagreement...
the vault opens again
into the mountain,
the vault opens again,
into the mountain!
and what I'm living is a halflife
and what I'm doing is disintegrating
and what I'm living is a halflife
and what I'm doing is disintegrating!