Your mother helped you move Made your transition smooth The community was there The youthful faces, pretty hair You were surrounded by your peers Then one day you saw it You went home and tried to draw it But you couldn't get it quite right Its luminescence was so strangely bright Living in a fantasy of toxicity, toxically You're rubbing up against the veneer of disease You didn't know, you didn't ask, you know that it's easy But you don't care, you like it that way, being taken by surprise And narrowly, narrowly, narrowly avoiding your demise A year later, early one morning You woke up coughing, you poor thing Turned on the radio but it wasn't active There was a blackout, it was radioactive So your mother came to get you Because that's what mothers do Left your neighborhood in pieces Reduced to rubble and debris Driving back to the suburbs in her SUV feels so guilty Watched it on TV In your father's den of iniquity And you changed the channel when You saw your old friend He was burning, pretty hair was melting off his skin