There's a factory across the field, it's dark, cold and grey
A thousand people cross the gates, to work there every day
They're making the components that they hope will win the war
It's a Radway Green d**h factory, come in and make some more
My money is spent on living, their money is spent on d**h
My d**h is their living, their living is my d**h
You're all a bunch of liars, I just don't know who to believe
You say you won't use it, tell me why you f**ing make it
Now, I've made mind up and decided you are wrong
Got to find a way of fighting you, without being atom bombed